My name is Thomas Bavington and I'm 24. I was born and grew up in Suffolk, England, which is a quiet rural area and although pretty, there isn't much there for young people to do. When I was 18 I moved to the city of Leeds in the North of England to go to university to study mathematics, and have lived there until very recently. Leeds is a reasonably big city and on the surface not especially attractive, but if you know where to look there's some hidden gems, as well as plenty to do. Having said that, I feel that my time there has come to an end and its time to move on. I have a vague idea of moving to America at some point in the future.
At this point in time, I'm currently unemployed (hopefully only briefly), since I've just finished writing a 12,500 word dissertation on the economic impact of the HIV/AIDS epidemic to complete a masters degree in economics. I decided to go back to University after failing miserably at being a teacher. I was told my classroom management was "atrocious"! I don't really know what's next, other than I'm planning to move to Manchester very soon and find a job, which hopefully won't end up being banking or accountancy or any of the other obvious career choices arising from degrees in Mathematics and Economics. I don't mean to denigrate those professions, but it isn't me at all. I'd like to work in development or labour economics really but its probably easier said than done.
Err, so far I probably don't sound like much of artist, just a boring bastard. Sorry. Photography is kindof my hobby, although its more than that. I suppose it's my passion, because I'm a horrendously lazy person, and its pretty much the only thing that really motivates me to go out and do something. For example, it recently caused me to walk 14 miles in the midday sun on an island in Croatia on my own, just to get a few pictures of the mountains on the mainland. I didn't realise how long it would take and I got horribly sunburnt.
I've only really been doing it for about two years, since I got a manual slr for christmas. I basically try to get out and about as much as possible and take pictures of what I see. I try and live as cheaply as I can so I can afford to get out and about as much as possible. In the last twelve months, I've somehow managed to set foot in eleven different countries, despite having hardly any money. My future projects just consist of places I intend to go and explore. Top of the list are Vietnam and Iceland. I also want to take some better pictures of people. I think my portraits are generally shit. Oh plus I've still got loads of rolls of film that I can't afford to get developed just yet, from Croatia, Italy and Northern Ireland mainly, so hopefully there's some gooduns in there.
Other than photography, my main hobby is getting very drunk occasionally (like most brits), doing something absurd and then throwing up violently and repeatedly the next day.
I took this picture in Bavaria in April. It's the view from the top of the Zugspitze, which is the highest mountain in Germany. Me and my friend Paul had gone to Munich for a couple of nights. I woke up on the morning that we were supposed to fly back, and we still hadn't been to the Alps, which was the main thing I wanted to do. Both us of had been really drunk the night before, and Paul refused to get up. I tried to get him up to come with me, and pulled the covers off him and threw four glasses of water over him, but he still refused. In the end, I just went on my own, leaving the hotel room door open, so that everyone who walked past could see him lying in bed in just his pants, soaking wet. I was still pretty drunk because I'd only had a couple of hours sleep, and all the way to the Alps I kept bursting out laughing, especially after Paul texted me to say the hotel had phoned him and asked him to leave. I ended up throwing up shortly after I took this picture, and I only just made it back to the airport in time for the flight home.
This is my only decent portrait. Last winter it snowed a lot in the UK, much more than usual. My girlfriend at the time, Natalie (who initially got me into photography by buying me a camera for christmas), and I went for a walk near my parents' house. She put a scarf over her head like a babushka because she was cold, and I just liked that it didn't seem like England anymore.
This picture was taken in Scotland in March. Myself and some friends decided to try and climb the Cobbler of Arrochar, which is only about 900m tall. We didn't realise how far it was to walk however, or how cold it would be. We were all dressed in t shirts, and one of my friends was even wearing football boots. Two of us ended up almost getting to the top, but by that time we couldn't see for the fog, we were scrambling through snow and ice, and it was getting late. We eventually had to turn back because it was getting too dangerous.