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 …