Jack Lloyd

Jack Lloyd

Writer & PhotographerBasingstoke, United Kingdom
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Jack Lloyd

Jack Lloyd

Writer & PhotographerBasingstoke, United Kingdom
About me
Hi my name is Jack, I'm a Writer and Photographer and have been published by a variety of websites such as Gigwise, Line of Best Fit, Tmrw, Fault and Intra Magazine. I'm also the Editor of Ramble on Records. Feel free to say hello at Jack@rambleonrecords.co.uk or alternatively you can follow me on the following socials: Instagram, Facebook & Twitter: Jacklloyd_creative / Rambleonrecords
  • Phoebe Bridgers Fan Art
    Phoebe Bridgers Fan ArtPhoto taken at Mirrors Festival /Album Artwork for Punisher.
  • Patreon Page
    Patreon Pagewww.patreon.com/jacklloydcreative Music: Morning by LiQWYD
  • Portrait Photography
    Portrait PhotographyFor full portfolio visit https://jacklloyd.myportfolio.com/
  • Live Music Photography
    Live Music PhotographyFor my full portfolio please visit https://jacklloyd.myportfolio.com/live
  • Brittany Howard: Staying High - For Line of Best Fit
    Brittany Howard: Staying High - For Line of Best FitWords: Me / Photography: Chris Almeida
  • Intra December Issue 2020
    Intra December Issue 2020Magazine: Intra Models: Jade Armitage, Jemima Toms Photographer: Jack Lloyd
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Projects credited in
  • Jack Lloyd
    Jack LloydI turned right knowing it was wrong, but I had to. The streetlights either side, leading me towards the house. I could feel a weight pressed against my chest as my fists gripped the wheel, fighting the urge to go back. Summer nights were scarcely spent walking these streets, but enough to voice frustrations and chip away at our fragile hearts, letting the light once held by love, fade into darkness. The light was on and I pictured you singing spooky tunes over pumpkin carvings on crumpled new
  • Jack Lloyd
    Jack LloydTwo years we were bound together. Our demons dancing in the dark as we accepted each other’s flaws and fantasies. As if made of clay, I raised him in my hands until he became a man. The storm inside often appeased by my embrace. 'I’ve met someone’, he said. ‘What?’ ‘I don’t love you anymore’. His cold hard words hurting like little shards of glass. Our eyes lock for an eternity. Final moments of love lingering like the cigarette between his fingers. And suddenly he snubs me as he stubs it ou
  • Jack Lloyd
    Jack LloydI remember when I first asked, slipping you the note while marching in the courtyard, fingers swiftly touching for the first time, a small second of rebellion. ‘Will you run?’ it read, three illicit words that could never leave your tongue or else we'd be strung up or shot in the dark. Stomach churning, my fate was now left with Lily, did I misread her fists gripped as silent resilience? A second encounter in the courtyard, her hand meets mine. ‘Chez Pierre, tonight.’ Among the smog I could s
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Work history
    Digital Content EditorSony
    Basingstoke, United KingdomFull Time
  • Photography
  • Photo Editing
  • Content Writing
  • Music Blogging
  • Web Editing
  • Portrait Photography
  • Concert Photography
  • Adobe Photoshop
  • Adobe Lightroom
    BA (Hons) English LiteratureBirkbeck, University of London
     - London, United Kingdom
    Completed with a 2:1