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ONE WAS NOT MADE FOR AN OVAL-BALL WORLD
My teenage years were much like any other male-adolescent in Aotearoa… defined by whether you played rugby, or whether you were a “wuss”. Being not exactly of the large persuasion, rugby just wasn’t exactly my style… I played soccer and like any other soccer-player of the early 1990s, was not particularly top of the social pecking order. I guess for me, this was a greater issue in the formation of my identity - I wasn’t really designed for a single-sex boy’s school - I was a bit on the sensitive side. You could say that I was happy to leave at the end of Sixth Form. I felt very much like an outsider and that all the things that I valued the most, just wouldn’t be acceptable in a mono-dimensional environment like a rugby-mad single-sex college. Being an outsider in your own homeland kind of sucks. This image was shot at Saint Kentigern College one early morning as the fog rolled in from the Tamaki River at sunrise.
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ONE WAS NOT MADE FOR AN OVAL-BALL WORLD
My teenage years were much like any other male-adolescent in Aotearoa… defined by whether you played rugby, or whether you were a “wuss”. Being not exactly of the large persuasion, rugby just wasn’t exactly my style… I played soccer and like any other soccer-player of the early 1990s, was not particularly top of the social pecking order. I guess for me, this was a greater issue in the formation of my identity - I wasn’t really designed for a single-sex boy’s school - I was a bit on the sensitive side. You could say that I was happy to leave at the end of Sixth Form. I felt very much like an outsider and that all the things that I valued the most, just wouldn’t be acceptable in a mono-dimensional environment like a rugby-mad single-sex college. Being an outsider in your own homeland kind of sucks. This image was shot at Saint Kentigern College one early morning as the fog rolled in from the Tamaki River at sunrise.
Image dimensions: 5523 x 3687 pixels