about

I asked for forgiveness before I asked for permission.

I’m not a photographer. I’m a driller.

One day I realised we had nothing to show our kids. Just stories. Only words. No visual story. So I put my camera in my bag and brought it to work.

The pictures the industry uses are always the same. Clean coveralls. Tame. Corporate. None of the grit, none of the real men I work next to twelve hours a day. I started shooting what those pictures left out.

Black and white because it strips out everything that isn’t the man, or the steel, or the light.

The first photograph I knew I had was Scotty. I posted it. The CEO of an Australian labour hire company I’d never met called me to tell me when he saw it, he thought of his own father. That’s when I knew I might be onto something.

Humanising the industry has always been the goal.

I’m a driller who carries a camera. There’s a difference.

These are real prints of real men, made to hang on a wall.