Despite all the talk of the ramifications of Brexit it is worth mentioning that nothing in the country has actually changed, the Tories and Cameron are still in position, Corbyn is still leader of the Labour party, Scotland is still part of the UK, England still lose on the football pitch, bankers still make huge amounts of cash. The big change is that there are a lot more angry ‘ hot under the collar’ people around, everyone talks endlessly about the pros and cons of the politicians involved , why did they do this or didn’t do that, what might happen and what might not,… and no one talks much sense any more… mind you they never did anyway. Ho hum.
Brighton Pier a couple of weeks ago.
Brighton seafront was rocking this afternoon in the spring sunshine, a taste of the summer to come. I was out and about looking for additions to my ‘ark’ collection but came away empty handed, somedays you win and somedays you lose, but one thing I’ve learnt over the years is you don’t make photographs sitting on your backside staring at a screen. The ‘hen’ and ‘stag’ season has started which for me always has potential for a bit of social observation. This one was taken last year on Brighton Pier and is a fine example of my rather bad and black sense of humour, I just can’t help myself … it’s the way I see the world.
Up early tomorrow as I’m picking the family up from Heathrow. Goodnight all, whoever you are, and thanks for reading my inane ramblings. xx
Surprisingly enough all the photographs and frames on Brighton Pier remain intact and have survived the onslaught of wind, rain, salt spray , seagull shit and everything else that the English Channel can hurl at them. The public reception between the squalls still seems to be generally favourable but confusion lingers over when they were taken , one gentleman asked me if I took them in the 50’s , I did have to point out that would make me 90 something. I know I’m not a spring chicken any more but….
On Sunday my friend Lennie came down from London and we wandered round a few of the Photo Biennial exhibitions, I think he and I are birds of a feather in that we don’t really ‘get’ what goes on in world of photography these days and we both mused about the current obsession with printing everything the size of a football pitch. Over a pint of Guinness on the Pier I described myself as the photographic equivalent of North Korea which is an analogy I shouldn’t be proud of but at the same time it’s not far from the mark. Here’s a snap of me by Lennie , check out his blog it’ll make you smile.
Pleased to say all 50 photos of the ‘We love to boogie” series went up on Brighton Pier today and hopefully they’ll stay there for the next two weeks or so, the general feeling is that some will get stolen or abused but I’m putting my faith in humankind’s better nature and hoping for the best. The initial reaction while we were putting them up was very positive and a lot of people stopped for a look and a chat ,they were a bit confused as to when they were taken, but there was a lot of smiling and pointing which makes it all worthwhile. We did have a bit of trouble attaching some of the frames and they were tending to slide off before the silicone dried, a few hit the deck and were duly handed back by the passing public , a change of technique sorted the problem , namely a bigger blob of gloop.
Anyway here’s another ‘cliche’ photo to add to my ongoing series of cliches. England.. don’t you just love it !
Well it’s good to be back to be back home, as much as I have enjoyed leading the good life in France for a couple of weeks, it satisfies my stomach but not my mind and I yearn to return to the buzz of city life. On Sunday I made my annual pilgrimage to Notting Hill for the carnival which was busier and louder than ever but was rather disappointed with my photographic efforts. I met up with Leonard Neuemann from whom I bought my Leica CL a year or so ago and we spent a pleasant couple of hours discussing the state of photography and wandering about snapping. He’s a very well informed interesting man and a good photographer , no doubt we’ll meet up again, he also kindly bought me lunch for which I shall return the favour with a print.
The analogy of fishing to photography grows stronger the more I consider it. The hours spent walking ,waiting, following, just to press the shutter release at that exact fraction of a second when everything moves into an aesthetic form within the four walls of the viewfinder is the same as the same as the fisherman watching his float from the river bank and waiting to strike. Blink and you’ve missed it. Even when conditions are seemingly all in his favour the fisherman as well as the photographer can come home empty handed, which is how I felt after developing my films from the carnival, having said that there were one or two images that might be useful for later projects.
I’ve got the next four weeks to get the Brighton Pier show sorted which no doubt will go down to the wire and I’m sure I’ll be having a few sleepless nights before it’s all hung and up and I can sit back and enjoy it. I’m into that rather unknown territory now of organising the publicity and working out who what where and when to send the blurb. I’ll try my usual tactics of naivety, charm and lack of pride to see what doors I can open. I’ll keep you posted.