The Kissing Wall

This one was taken about a month ago by the now weather beaten Brighton ‘kissing wall’, it is in fact a hen party larking around rather some symbolic  lesbian  ritual. Nice tones all through, no annoying sky or 21st century clutter to distract the eye, enough going on to hold your interest and ask yourself what’s happening here. It needs the girl in the foreground otherwise it would look staged. I was pleased with this one, it serves my purposes well.

Men in frocks

Well that’s Pride over with for another year and Brighton starts clearing up.. It’s a very happy hunting ground for me, every little street corner yields something that is worthy of a snap, the trick is to try and make it look the everyday. I probably managed a 100 photos in 2 days   (which is a lot for me using film)  and if 3 of them are any good I’ll be more than happy,  I think my criteria for good is somewhat different to some of the ones I’ve seen on the internet.  I’ll put some of the results  on my somewhat neglected blog in the next week or so.

Strong and stable my arse.

General election 2017. .. and oh how the nation sniggered as we watched Theresa May humiliated by her own arrogance and then climb into bed with the British version of the Taliban to hang onto power. Just as Dunkirk and the Charge of the Light Brigade were defeats, Corbyn claims a heroic victory.. hats off to him though… if the rest of the Blairite Tory tribute act within his own ranks had got stuck in he may well have won it .. that would almost have been on a par with Leicester winning the Premiership. Other election highlights were Amber Rudd looking like she’d sat in something when her result was announced, Lord Bucket Head, and of course the salt in the wound of Labour winning Kensington by 20 votes. Politics used to be dull.. this is hilarious. if not somewhat disconcerting at the same time. Ho hum. X

 

Hand in hand

This is a photograph I took in a Prague backstreet in 1989 , the days when Eastern Europe was a world apart from it’s western half. It remains one of my firm favourites of the images I made at that time. My methods and practices have changed little in the intervening 30 years, black and white demands one to keep  it simple but keep enough in the frame to make it interesting, and above all if possible to keep an element of ambiguity and mystery. The comment  I most relish when I show people photographs is “where and when did you take this ? “. Whereas a lot of photographers try to beautify a mundane world I regard my mission as to make things uglier than they actually are.

All the fun of the fair

My dear sister has just pointed out I’ve been neglecting my blog as of recent and suggested I had run out of material. So as we share the same surname (or at least used to) this photograph is for her. Again it’s one of those little juxtapositions that I can’t resist and probably neatly captures my photographic ideology, i.e. I’m just having a bit of fun with the world usually at the expense of someone less fortunate than myself.

Brighton festival starts this weekend which usually provides me with a bit of camera sustenance out on the streets , the trouble  is finding the time between Barney’s football, a huge back log of work and everything else that gets in the way of the dilettante  life I aspire to.

On another note I’m quite enjoying Theresa May (a.k.a Kim Jong-un) squabbling with Jean Claude Juncker ( a.k.a Sepp Blatter) in pantomime politics, the only problem is they drag us all into the mire with them.

Rag ‘n’ bone men

For somebody who feeds off the ironies of life that Brighton throws up (both meanings) on a daily basis this snap of one of the ubiquitous homeless was a gift, especially so as it was outside the trendiest shop in the city. Maybe we all be wearing sleeping bags and hoodies soon as a fashion statement. How does the song go ? ” I’m only human after all”

Mad dogs and Englishmen

In a week when Britain said (rightly or wrongly) goodbye to the EU, and England possibly parted ways with Scotland, I thought this snap of some dead dogs in Burma would be appropriately inappropriate to mark the end of an era.  Poison I believe was the cause of their ( the dogs) demise and ironically maybe the cause of ours,.. time and a lot of wrangling will tell. Other than that it’s been a good week in our household, Barney got offered a school closer to home, instead of  the one a nightmarish 40 minute journey , the sun has shone, the Seagulls have come a step closer to the Premiership, and work that pays the bills is in abundance. T’is good as Shakespeare might say.