Last month it was November, I did one of the very few things I’m actually able to do with any credible authority for charity, training to run a marathon… no that’s a massive lie, stop laughing, that’s obviously never going to happen, I get an asthma attack running for the bus…. It was Movember the annual charity fundraising month where men everywhere grow themselves a powerful Moustache in order to raise money and awareness to fight for mens health. In particular testicular and prostate cancer one of the highest killers of the menfolk in the UK; and mental health, illnesses like depression and anxiety blighting the lives of 1 in 4 people.
I moustache* you not to laugh at my face, for it’s no joking matter, depression and anxiety is one of the worst destroyers of lives in the world today, the tragic fact that on average 12 men commit suicide a day, coupled with teenagers being held in police cells because there are no care beds, means something’s horrendously wrong with our approach to this illness. The only time mental health seems to get on the agenda, is when it callously takes away the lives of people in the public eye, like Robin Williams and L’Wren Scott, it really shouldn’t be like this, physical and mental health should be treated side by side, taken as seriously and as equally as each other. I’m proud to have been a MoBro for a 4th year supporting the excellent spirit of this campaign in order to inflict some small but significant change to this indelibly human frailty that can affect anyone at any time.
As usual, back by absolutely no popular demand, I did a 30 day photo project documenting my Movember journey, keeping it simple 50mm f/1.4 + b/w, with bad MO puns loosely linked with characters. Below you can see the dizzying heights of nonsense that took over tiny peanut sized face, I’ve had to live and work amongst actual people with this thing on my top lip.
Monies are still being accepted at this here link, please donate anything you can for this most worthy of causes www.mobro.co/DMo