Capture by A photoblog


Words and Guitars - Sleater-Kinney with Mermaidens

by Petra Jane

It's been ten long summers since Sleater-Kinney last played in Auckland. The band took a break from touring and recording in 2006 to work on other projects – Corin Tucker's two solo albums, Carrie Brownstein and Janet Weiss's indie-rock supergroup Wild Flag, and of course Brownstein's acclaimed sketch comedy series Portlandia – before coming back with last year's No Cities To Love.

They returned on Monday night, weary and joking about jetlag, with a set that leaned heavily towards old favourites, a celebration of their iconic and often iconoclastic two-decade history.The performance was a bit subdued compared to their King's Arms shows in 2002 and 2006 (especially from Brownstein, who sipped tea between songs and opted for more low-key moves than her usual windmills and scissor-kicks) but they still managed to belt out a show that mesmerised the Powerstation.

This tweet sums it up far better than I could:


Laneway 2016 - Goodbye Silo

by Jackson Perry

The last, last Laneway at Silo Park. Ever. Pinky promise.

Auckland turned on a scorcher. We went early, and consequently ran out of steam before the bigger night acts, which is a trap for the, something, generation.

For a more detailed account, you could read Russell's run down here.

I'll let the photos tell the story.

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The Chills - Rolling On

by Jackson Perry

Friday night The Chills played Galatos, on the back of their first full studio album in... ages. Like last century ages.

Much has been said about the new album Silver Bullets, most of it good. I'm certainly in the camp quietly squeeing over new material that evokes the best memories of my early experiences of New Zealand music.

Rolling Moon was one of the first singles I bought, and in spite of its growing collectors value, you can pry it from my cold, dead hands. Pink Frost with it.

Hearing Martin and his ensemble (incidentally, one of the most stable lineups in the band's history), play these two live would have been enough for me to leave with an aching foot and happy heart.

But they also offered up many songs from the new album, including the single When the Poor Can Reach The Moon, which reminded me what a hooky songwriter Martin is. Sits very nicely alongside Heavenly Pop Hit.

Sure, there was an element of high nostalgia, and the crowd couldn't help shouting out suggested favourites. For the record I retorted 'play whatever the bloody hell you like!'

I imagine you all have your own memories of The Chills. Favourite songs, or concerts. Be nice to hear them, if you care to add them to the comments.

To inspire your nostalgic recollections, friend Mat has some great recordings from the 80s and 90s on his Soundcloud. Find Darkstation, and enjoy. This one is my current favourite.

Martin mentioned The Chills will play Leigh Sawmill in January, but I can't seem to find the link for that yet. I assume it was around the time they were due to play the defunct Echo Festival, on 11th or 12th January?

Go see 'em.

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A Place to Stand

by Jackson Perry

With the realisation that we turn 4 this weekend (yay!), and inspired by Russell's excellent post Stories: Home, I thought we could add a visual element along similar lines.

In the Home discussion thread, which proves that sometimes you can read the comments, we came to discuss the notion of tūrangawaewae, and what it could mean to anyone who now calls Aotearoa 'home'. This from The Encyclopedia of New Zealand.

Literally tūranga (standing place), waewae (feet), it is often translated as ‘a place to stand’. Tūrangawaewae are places where we feel especially empowered and connected. They are our foundation, our place in the world, our home.

I've posted here before about my own connection to the East Cape, and beaches on the Eastern Bay of Plenty coastline. If you have a photographic memory, you may even recall some of these pictures from comments a few years back. We recycle. :-)

For me this is 'a place to stand', even though time and distance mean I get there less often than I'd like. In a virtual sense, this has also been true of Capture over the past 4 years, so thanks for all your homely contributions.

Where do you feel 'empowered or connected'? Hopefully last time you visited you took some photos. It may also be the lounge you're standing in, or the deck out the back.


We have had a quiet year on Capture, by all accounts. Corresponding with an otherwise crazy year in the other parts of my life. We moved to a new home, for starters.

But I have still enjoyed getting the occasional post going, and appreciate everyone staying in touch.

To inspire you all to jump in before Christmas, we are running a competition with the BEST PRIZE EVER on offer!

1st Prize: A copy of New Zealand Photography Collected, by Athol McCredie.

Released this October through Te Papa, with over 350 photos from the 1850s to the present, drawn from the National Collection. There is so much goodness in this book, it may even contribute to world peace!

2nd Prize: A copy of the brilliant 2nd edition of Tell You What, edited by Susanna Andrew & Jolisa Gracewood, published by AUP.

The 2015 edition was the perfect summer holiday reading companion.

We'll announce the winner before Christmas, using our normal arbitrary approach, coupled with an online randomizer, and get it to you before the 25th, if possible.

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Steal Magnolia

by Jackson Perry

It's becoming a bit of a tradition. I mean, almost an obsession. Spring starts to push its way into the brittle cold of winter, and the darling buds of August grab my attention. Or something.

This time I've been caught up in a magnolia maelstrom.

One of the things that has come from being a photographic petal pusher is an increasing awareness of the symbolism flowers carry. Magnolias have symbolic meaning up the yin yang!

If you're interested in such things, you can read all about that here. In short, they rock.

What's your favourite spring bloom, and what does it symbolise?

Go steal its beauty.

Capture away.