I don't know why, but Saturday was a good day for impromptu portraits of weather-beaten artists. Maybe the universe was rewarding me for actually sticking to an exercise regime (which currently consists of walking down the hill and back up again 5 out of 7 days a week).
This guy owns a tiny hole-in-the-wall gallery on Aro Street, which is a cold, damp valley full of slightly bohemian shops and ageing weatherboard cottages. He is also an artist and sometimes does set painting for Weta. He did tell me about a gallery specializing in photography, somewhere upstairs on Courtney Place, near the Burger King apparently. I think I'll have to go find it.