dogs can’t look up

According to Sean of the Dead. But humans can. It never ceases to amaze me how little attention people pay of anything that is directly above their heads.  I may be hyper sensitive or paranoid or something equally strange, but the stuff dangling above my hair is of immediate interest, at all times.  The most curious thing about all of  that is should you stand pretty much anywhere where other people are and look up, they will look up too because that’s what happens when you pointedly look up, doubly so if you also pointedly point.  Perhaps it is the …

The Wantonness of Statues

There is something a little bit uncomfortable about the pose and look from this statue.  She seems very knowing and not quite appropriate for some one prepubescent.  I walked past her once and found myself going back a couple of times. I wanted her to stand out in black and white as she was actually verdegris.  Behind her the tress were dark and still green but they did’t have a great degree of tonal difference to the statue and it was important to me that her face, the round shapes on her eyelids as well as the softness of her …

Cathedral Belltower in Split

I am terrified of heights. it is getting worse as I get older.  when I remember my dreams, the thing I have been dreaming generally involves a fall off high things, mostly balconies where for some reason or other, the balustrade has gone missing.  I panic a lot. but I always wake up before I hit the ground.  I wish I was a lucid dreamer and could realise I am dreaming and fly instead of plummeting, terrified, to the ground. why I am terrified interests me because I know most terrors are irrational.  so I challenge my fears frequently. I …

Chartier

Technically, I didn’t take this photograph at all, it just happened that our table was beneath some coat hooks and I asked my friend Marcelo to put the camera up there while him me and Rei ate our meal. We were in the restaurant because we used to do lith printing together at a darkroom in east London.  Lith printing is all about time, developing a print can take a very long time indeed, judging when it is done is not easy.  Lith prints have a ‘snatch point’ the moment when you should pull it from the developer before it …

Deer Jesus

For a while I went through a phase where every film I sent though the camera was cross processed, by which I mean developed in the wrong chemistry.  if it was film for prints, then it went through transparency chemistry, if it was transparency, then it went in to C41.  I was just copying a strand on flickr but it suited my mood of not being able to fit in anywhere.  At the time I took this image, I was incredibly unhappy.  I made a point of doing as much walking before and after my working day as was possible.  …

The Christmas Portrait

This is Christmas in Krakow, late in 1993 or early 94.  This family are sitting on a large crib and getting their photos taken.  They are a strange kind of family.  She dominates in her hound’s-tooth coat, scarf and sunglasses. Her Imelda Marcosness does something to the arrangement that makes the image superficially all about her.  But then again, the father brings to mind Dr Aziz from A passage to India for some reason, older and wiser, plumper, but with a little more thought the lead actor in this play.  But who could look anything less than a supporting character to …

Euan Uglow

Here’s a weird statement but what the hell:  I can’t be doing with nudes.  Most nudes are about the artist looking at someone in their birthday suit and insisting you look at it too.  I do not accept nudes as a legitimate subsection of any art form. Especially so when it comes to photography but painting gives it a run for its money. Of course, sometimes, the naked form is fundamental, sometimes the story I’m being told requires nakedness and I have no beef with that, but nudes for nude sake, that will get my hackles rising because frequently I …

lith printing

i liked being in the darkroom when i was in poland because the evenings are very dark and there was bugger all else to do once you’d had a couple of periogis and were wired on kawa parzona. i bought all the equipment from a bizarre shop which sold lovely hats at the front and photography stuff at the back.  it cost me about a million zlotys which was thirty quids in proper money in the dark and distant past. all of my other experiences in the dark room before or after were pretty miserable affairs. first at malvern adult …