Kieran Turner's photos

Vic – Steph – Rachael – Millie

Amanda really didn't want her piccy taken due to some sort of silly modesty leading to camera-shyness. (*grin*) So the only option was to take the shot without looking through the camera. I'm really pleased with the result. If Jude had been the slightest bit more cropped, it would be ruined.

She'll hate me for this, but I stand up for the rights of this photo, the only one of her in existence not to feature an enormously exuberant grin! ;-)

Moments later, he *spat* at me. Or sneezed. I've never seen anything quite like it so I can't be sure. I've decided he's called Cam. Short for Camel-brain.

Jiggery and blurry and noisy... the photo, that is. But there's some "essence of Tim" about it. :-)

Harley, my much beloved first car. A 1970 Sunbeam Alpine fastback, with a gorgeous polished wood dashboard (an upgraded one from a Humber Sceptre, I suspect) and the same unbreakable 1725 engine as my grandad's Hillman Hunters, for added nostalgia ;) I learned how to do little restorative jobs through the summer until I got my driving license, for example on those little bits of rust you can see around the door in this photo. By the time a license came around I'd sorted out every little ding in the bodywork, and my mum's friend Norman had helped me change a clutch cylinder. My dad stepped in to get the head skimmed, and by the end of the year this was an amazing Alpine. And if you look carefully, in the passenger seat is my much beloved Grandma Meg. Both are now absent. x

Can't be a good thing when three Apache military helicopters are patrolling Greenwich Park, can it? View larger .

The Shell Centre, South Bank, River Thames, London. Undergoing refurbishment. It's pretty brutal but there are actually some lovely features – I'm waiting to see if they survive – including the layout of the public space around it. The bronze window frames and Portland Stone cladding were apparently criticised when it was new, for being backward-looking. In fact, I think they've helped it age rather better than a lot of its (1961) contemporaries.

Can't decide how best to crop this one... This, or this ?

I love this little hairdressers salon in Blackheath – the polished gold metalwork, that red neon sign – it's straight out of the... what, 50's? 60's? Even the notice stuck to their door is on antediluvian notepaper with their logo just as it is on the neon, a diagonally tabulated address, and an 01 xxx xxxx phone number...