Gil Scott-Heron died

I only found out about him recently, but for nearly ten years I’d been playing his song/poem on the Blackalicious ‘Blazing Arrows’ album. And there was another spoken song on some random compilation. Each had exactly the same mesmerising effect. But it took me ages to click they were the same person.

He seemed so alive, even though you could see his age. I love the way he laughed about things and didn’t seem to care for fame or money. You can see a recent interview at the end of the video (about half way down the page) here www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-13582880 It seems weird when the interviewer asks him if the time in prison affected his ‘career’. I don’t think it was only a career, it was his life. BBC interviewers are such pompous pricks sometimes.

Video for his recent album. It reminds me of the first time I ever saw New York. I landed on Halloween night.

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Spectator Sport – The Royal Wedding

I thought that April 29 would have been the big day but as it turns out the snap and crackle do come before the pop. Thursday 28 was actually my best day’s shooting.

The scene outside Buckingham Palace on Wednesday evening was fascinating. A huge and very tasteful green condominium of TV studios had been erected for the best views of Buckingham Palace. Each studio had a large window through which you could glimpse the presenters facing camera and lights. I rather like the BBC’s panoramic image of this which is such high resolution you can probably spot a fly on the wall. Reminds a bit of an eBoy poster.

I had a go at photographing one of the Euro presenters who was interviewing passersby in front of the condo. It got a bit complicated, since she was trying to get (or set up) shots of people photographing the condo and each other in front of the condo and I got roped in. In other words, everyone was shooting each other shooting. It was also quite fun throughout the whole event, trying to work out who people were. Under cover cops, over cover cops, presenters, off duty presenters or innocent bystanders?

This man, for example, may have been a hippy on his way back from a meditation class and the guy behind him may have been a window cleaner…

Really, I couldn’t get enough of TV presenters, it was so interesting being able to get close to them. They arrived en masse like some kind of rare bird flock on their way to Summer breeding.

I tagged this photograph ‘welly’ and it attracted a funny man. I’m not going to link to his flickr photostream right now but perhaps you can find it if you search for ‘rubber’.

An executive presenter type:

However, the main spectacle was the spectators themselves, camping out at Westminster Abbey. When I saw them, I really thought ‘fish in a barrel’ and then I thought ‘PG Tips monkeys’.

They were fenced into a special enclosure and they all seemed to be drinking nice cups of tea and wearing fancy dress. The police had organised a one way system so that spectators of the spectators could walk around it all anti-clockwise. At the back of the camp was a tiered series of platforms bristling with TV cameras, presenters and film crew. It was quite hard to photograph, mainly because there was so much choice – I kept turning from one thing to another. And the police were hustling everyone along, but it was easier at the back. Here’s a nice one that has a bit of everything in it:

It’s funny how you get serendipity in life, because as I write this I can hear monkey screeches coming from the downstairs flat!

Here’s one I quite like post wedding. Trampled daffodils:

Here is a Royal Bedding shop window display designed for a Chicago sex shop, by Lee Kay who I met on flickr (commented on one of my shop window pics).

I’d be interested to see any cool sets of Royal Wedding photos that other people have taken – post comments with links if you like.

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The photographs in my head

Today has been a very Eckhart Tolle sort of day. Everything just seems to be in the right place. I feel like I took some kind of chill pill. I had this lovely bus ride which I wanted to last forever. Everything out of the window seemed to be a perfect photographic or cinematic moment. A glance view of a dark shop with an open door and the wind shivering a sequin chandelier. A woman hoovering outdoors. In my friend’s garden: green strawberries.

So it reminded me of a post I’d thought of writing. I’m not sure it’s really of interest to anyone else, but I feel I need to print the photographs in my head. Since I picked up a camera and became absorbed in that, I realised I’ve saved some pictures mentally in the past and they’re still vivid. At first I thought there were only one or two, but others have come to mind. They’re different from other memories because they’re framed and very much of a moment and not a story. And visual. Just now I can only remember two. I’ll have to update this as the others surface. Probably while I’m doing the washing up or something.

I’m not exactly sure how to write about them without being boring or writerly since I’m not trying to be a writer. It’s just a list I have to get out of my head:

1) Upper Thames Path (I think) early nineties or late eighties. I was working as a cycle courier. I saw a man dressed as a ball of fur, like one of those guys collecting money for charity. As I got closer, I realised he was transporting mink furs complete with heads and tails. They were strung together to make a giant pom pom.

2) At a pedestrian crossing, Waterloo Bridge (a long time ago). An old lady, so crippled by a hunch back that she had to use a tiny mirror to see where she was going. She must have viewed the world upside down, except for feet. I wonder if she achieved perceptual adaptation?

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3) Riding in a trip boat past the Design Museum. It’s raining and sunshine. A rainbow bigger than Wembley Stadium transpires in perfect symmetry with a foot in North London and a foot in South London. Stern centre.

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4) Interior tube train, night. It’s almost empty. A tiny woman sits, lips pursed. She’s holding a foot on her lap which belongs to a huge man. His body is lying across three seats and his head and top with arms is slumped on the floor. His eyes are closed.

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5) 1998. Transatlantic flight. Return. I can see fireworks from above. The tiniest daisy splinters sprinkled across the Home Counties.

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6) Searing hot day. Eton Square. The rejected shiny heart of a shocking pink chocolate box tops a pool of melted luxury chocolate.

Note: I do like Eckhart Tolle. Having searched for his name just now, I signed up to watch his video talks for a month. He’s great. He dresses in this really nerdy way which perfectly suits him, because the last thing he would probably care about is fashion and making an impression. Reminds me of a librarian’s dress sense: a shirt buttoned right up to the collar with a knitted grey vest. You switch on the video, and you feel like you’ve wandered down to the bottom of the garden and the friendliest garden gnome with the naughtiest smile has come alive and started talking about inner space and the present. Not that I mean any of this in the least bit of a sneering way – he really does come across as endearing and trustworthy with an agenda of people being happier. I liked it when he said something like “you don’t think your thoughts, in the same way you don’t beat your heart.”

22:27 further note

Just been listening to Tolle’s video guide to meditation: what is the point of it, how to do it, pitfalls etc. It’s good, but long. He never says ‘um’. He burps a lot. Has a great sense of irony. It’s funny. It’s the main video on the taster ‘try before you buy’ offer https://www.eckharttolletv.com

This is incongruous. Interesting to see him interviewed on a pop chat show. I wonder if he specifically asked to be able to explain things without being interrupted, or if the interviewer was just rapt?

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Breaking through the barrier

I guess it’s a bit like breaking through the sound barrier. You look around and the world out of the window actually looks pretty much the same as before. But your toes do tingle and you actually feel quite good and you find yourself smiling. I got a photo accepted into the HCSP pool! Since they reject most of what’s submitted, and it takes some people more than a year to do it’s not bad going after three months of trying. The first few pictures in the pool are still up for discussion by the curators, so I wasn’t sure if it might get axed. But still there after a couple of weeks : )

Glamourous girls at souvenir stall on Oxford Street

How? Why? Well I have been making pictures for the last 40 years or more so that obviously helped. But not photos really (apart from documenting my work) and there is this thing with photography where you imagine there’s more in your picture than there really is. You get a distorted view, because your mind tends to merge the before and after moments, the back story, the feelings, the sounds and smells of the moment, and the memories into the experience of looking at the photo. Which no-one else gets because they weren’t there.

So every week I submitted a photo to the image critique thread and this gave me objective feedback on my pictures, practice analysing photos and helped me understand the aesthetic of this Hard Nut To Crack group. Also read some of the articles on Street Reverb and the discussions people were having in general about photographers they enthused about.

The photo is from an amazing sunny afternoon spent on Oxford Street. It wasn’t actually my favourite from the set, but I figured it was the most suited to HCSP.

This was probably my favourite picture and this got accepted into Candid Revelations another one of the tightly curated groups, but sadly I think it got deleted out again : ( Perhaps it was the expanse of pink and blue striped shirt on the right?

Flash shot of man and woman on Oxford Street against the light.

And I have a couple in Color Street which I’m quite proud about. One is from the same set:

I sometimes worry that I spend far too much time on the HCSP group commenting reading and thinking. I just enjoy it. I get up in the morning, make a cup of coffee and check in there. Which makes me late for work and does it use up too much of my time? Well my work and understanding have improved so why not?

My other secret worry is that I might only be infatuated with photography. It was such a weird thing to happen. One minute I was heavily involved with cartoons and character design and the next minute I just got totally swept off my feet by photography. It’s an incredible feeling to be able to pick up that camera and go out and just become completely immersed without any pain or writers block. It’s meant that I’ve got so much work done.

It would be great if I could somehow marry the two. Or maybe that would be bigamy?

But how about this:

Look for the eyes. Maybe too subtle.

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Road Kill

I would love to take a great picture. A thrilling picture, or something deeply moving or conveying mystic or intrigue, or poised in a euphoric moment. In street photography it’s always just around the corner. It’s a moment away, it’s just behind the very ordinary person, blown out by the flash, who’s in front of the camera right now, blurred. It’s being carried off at a fast pace by a woman with freshly dyed neon hair while I fumble with my camera.

But for some reason, it’s not frustrating. It’s like scuba diving. All these colourful fish flitting past in shoals. You feel mesmerised, you feel in the flow of things. Ugly things are beautiful. It’s a thrill.

But you have to deal with the road kill.

This may be my ugliest most horrible and shocking attempt at street photography so far.

Really bad photo of a commuter doing a cartwheel

iPhone road kill

Oddly, you get an emotional attachment to a photo and sometimes you can’t see that it’s bad (not that one, I knew with that one). You were there and you remember how it felt. You saw the subject’s good side before they turned to face your camera and you overheard a funny weird snippet of their conversation. You smelt the popcorn. Your photo triggers the memories and it lives for you. But no-one else has the memories and you conveyed none of that in the photo.

You have an imagination and when you look at your photo it takes you to another place. But it doesn’t take anyone else. It leaves them cold. Freezing cold, on the side of some backwater road with no train or bus connection. Or worse – it actually hurts their eyes to look.

Smudgy woman in front of video screen

Brain Waves Woman

I posted this on the HCSP crit thread.

“Frankie, it actually hurts my eyes” and (trying to be kind) “Why dont you delete and start over? I dont think anybody will mind, and it will be easier on the eyes in the long run.” justinsdisgustin

“It’s an earache in my eye” and “it’s super ugly” Flat5

“blue halo looking hideous” oscar juarez

They may be partly right. I am proud to say that the photo was accepted by Flickr’s Ugliest Photos Group and they don’t accept photos everyday. The funny thing is I still like it.

Poagao does the best satirical crits on the thread.

Million mile stare, 4 train, New York by Lee Gillen

Lee Gillen He is silently castigating you for not using a slower shutter speed and a smaller aperture in order to increase the DOF and include him in the in-focus party you’re holding at the back of the train. Also, that was really rude of the ghost hand on the right to pull your camera into that tilted angle, but hey, it’s a ghost hand; not much you can do about a ghost hand.”

If the road kill doesn’t come back to haunt you, the near misses will. In February the sun shone a couple of times. During one of those exhilarating moments, this scene was available to be photographed for about half an hour.

A Sort of a Sun Beam

I then learnt that landscape shots are better, and it’s nice when you can see the faces of the people. So I stole another moment a few days later and I got this.

Another Sort of a Sun Beam

And this.

Another Other Sort of a Sun Beam

Fail fail fail. But as Winston Churchill says on InspirationalSpark.com

“Success is the ability to go from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.”

Yeah!

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Free Ideas

I’ve just had a great idea! Why not give away free ideas?! I’ve got more than I know what to do with. Check here on a regular basis for more free ideas.

Ideas for street photography:

  1. Dress up in a fantastical costume, stand in a crowded place and take photos of people staring at you.
  2. Spy cameras… too creepy?
  3. Photograph people eating at street markets with a long lens, kind of a take on food photography but people actually eat the food. Especially focus on mouths.
  4. Stay in one busy spot, don’t be tempted to move the camera for an hour and see what happens.
  5. Use a telephone box as a ‘hide’.
  6. Pick stills from HD video.
  7. Stand on the edge of a very tall building overlooking a busy street and get fantastic candid shots of the shocked and concerned people looking up at you from below. That was a JOKE, don’t do that.
  8. Trip wires, especially on slopes. For the ultimate ‘flying through the air’ shot.

FREE IDEAS!! Get them here! Tell your friends!

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Street Photography

I’m still on a roll with the photography – it’s getting more and more interesting. I’ve realised that some of what I’ve done fits within the genre ‘street photography’. As a defined genre, street photography seems to focus mainly on people in situ, though not exclusively. Sophie Howarth and Stephen McLaren have a good definition of it here, in the excerpted introduction to their book ‘Street Photography Now’. I like this part:

“…street photographers elevate the commonplace and familiar into something mythical and even heroic. They thrive on the unexpected, seeing the street as a theatre of endless possibilities…”

I know that feeling of seeing endless possibilities! It’s actually troublesome. I can’t go more than a few feet outside my front door without wanting to photograph something. I just find it incredibly absorbing taking photos. And there is so much drama in things. Like the florist (see picture at the end of the post). The whole creation of this big bunch bouquet was a theatrical production!

The other addictive aspect to my life right now is wandering around Flickr exploring people’s photos. The mall of mild telepathy. As you enter someone’s photostream you enter their mind stream. Wooooo are shivers running up your spine?

Back to the topic. The street. The day after my first fix of Selfridges windows I went back to finish off the ‘set’. There were still some of the grand front of store windows to explore.

Then I saw the tumbling toy vendor, working on the windows – he demonstrates his toys to punters by casually throwing them at the plate glass (the toys not the punters). His name was Ali.

Tumbling Toy Vendor

With a ‘proper’ camera I could have had a larger aperture and a faster shutter speed: the people to the right would have been less focused whereas Ali, the main subject would have been in focus. However, the iPhone had started this whole thing, so… Overall I was quite happy with the street vendor photos for a first go. I love the way the tumbling toys look like exotic insects. And they emphasise the surface of the glass. This is one of the first photos where I started looking at a vertical line between two versions of the world: staged and constructed versus organic and random.

Ali was a great character, I found him really fascinating as a performer in his job. He had a way of putting people at their ease whilst at the same time, distracting and enticing their kids to spend pocket money! But there was this carnival atmosphere on the street, everyone uplifted by the lights and the spangle. The vibe was so good! At the same time there was a certain resignation about Ali. He was a bit world weary. Probably ready to put his feet up with a cigar or something. So this made me more interested in him as a subject. The fixed smile of the pink stuffed toy in the centre says it all, well maybe not all but passes comment.

So Ali put me at my ease – ish. I’m still quite nervous about that one-to-one engagement with a person when I’m in the process of making something. Same thing with painting portraits. I’m uneasy with staring at someone so intently and they’re generally uneasy with being stared at. But perhaps as something of an entertainer Ali took it in his stride. I sent him a link to the pictures afterwards and he owes me a cup of tea : )

That afternoon (which turned into evening so soon!) I also took some candid shots and they turned out rather Martin Parr with their element of satire, especially the ‘crackberry’ lady. I’m not sure that the satire thing is me but I couldn’t resist, it was just there for the taking.

Blonde woman smokes and checks mobile

Life size Barbie mannequin and women in the street

There’s a lot of buzz on Flickr at the moment in the street photography groups. I was introduced to the Gutter which has a tight system of 10 ‘keep’ and 10 ‘ditch’ votes with obligatory commenting from any member who wishes to add a photo to the pool. There are some good photographers in the group who are really pushing themselves and willing to share a bit of constructive criticism. Just what I need right now having made a pile of work, I need people to see it. Like or dislike is not especially helpful. I’m interested to know how people are reading the work, what they think it means, what it suggests and if they like or dislike, then why.

They say the Hardcore Street Photography group is one of the biggest and best. Well they did in the intro I linked to at the start of this article… So I checked it out and it packs a punch, it’s very dynamic. With the name, the strict rejection policy and some locker room type photos it’s got a big macho image, but it has depth.

Coca Cola - Sonepur

by Maciej Dakowicz on Flickr

Grenoble, France, 2010 From 'The French'

by Nick Turpin on Flickr

Strangely, just before seeing those, I took these. Hardcore Romance and Romantic Hardcore?!

Florist creating a bouquet

Calling Cards in a Phonebox

The image above I did with the Street Photography Now Project in mind. This week’s topic, Instruction#15 is:

“Wander aimlessly most of the time.” Melanie Einzig

So I thought it should be something random. They’re calling them ‘instructions’ which I find mildly irritating as I hate working to order – my head’s already overflowing with things I want to make and photograph. But I like a bit of competition, it’s nice meeting and chatting with the others on the project and it kind of brings up surprises.

A street photography event coming up in London that sounds really good: Past to present at the Musuem of London and check out the late night ‘first night’ with bar etc. Hope they have some shop windows in there.

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