Monday, 16 May 2011

Liverpool





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Spent the weekend (after getting a visa to visit the Northern Territories) in Liverpool and met up with me old mate Jeff who I've known since photo college way back in the previous century. We foolishly went out at 3.30am in search of a picture and found ourselves at the River Mersey's  estuary and supposedly photogenic lighthouse. But even at that God-forsaken time, we were not alone ... Two other idiot photographers were already there, standing annoyingly in-shot with their tripods and cameras. In addition, the wind was howling and blowing over our suddenly rather too light-weight carbon fibre tripods and driving sand into every crevice of our equipment and person. Then it started raining ...

In the city itself, things were altogether more calm apart from a noisy Samba Band shown above. Who needs amplification when you've got 30 odd bloody big drums you are pounding the living daylights out of! More shots of the days visit tomorrow ...
Leica M9 + 35mm or 90mm




Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Bless BBC 4


Like its counterpart Radio 4, BBC 4 continues to offer inspirational programs. Last night it aired an hour long documentary on the Icelandic photographer Ragnar Axelsson His images are truly beautiful and inspiring and his dedication in getting that one wonderful shot, usually in extremely challenging weather, extraordinary. The film can be seen here but only for the next week. However, I'm not sure people outside the UK can view it, and that's a shame. I can't remember when a journalistic photographer was ever profiled before. Usually it has to be 'celebratory' photographers, aka Rankin and Testino, so as to cash in on the sub-culture of fame and fashion. So well done the BBC!






Sunday, 8 May 2011

Standard Owls


These little fellows I spotted huddled in a group at a garden centre. One of them seemed particularly keen to catch my eye. I took his picture, but didn't take him home. I mean, really, who buys these things? An awful lot of people, that's who. The place was stuffed with plastic and stone gnomes, ducks, and half-naked ladies lounging alongside disapproving Buddhas. The English garden is over-run not with weeds, but with tat. Having said that, I have to admit I have a small stone frog in my pond ...

And Man U stuffed Chelsea today, and deservedly so. I can't wait for the Barca game in a couple of weeks ... Glory, glory etc. I was born in Manchester so I'm a genuine United fan having stood at the Stretford End to watch the greats. I even met George Best in a Manchester nightclub one Friday morning around 2am as he wandered in with two blondes, one on each arm, sunk several pints of beer, probably ravished both blondes and still went out and scored the winning goal later that day. Those were the days. What a guy ...

Friday, 6 May 2011

Police State

I was so struck by the words of OW in his sketchbook No.3 that I found the transcript and here is part of what he has to say on our invasive, terrorist obsessed society. Particularly relevant when we have the President of the free world congratulating himself on the government sanctioned murder of another human being and changing his version on events. If he was unarmed, why kill him instead of bringing him to a court? 

OW spoke in 1955 - what would he have thought and said of the world today with our every step monitored and video taped, with governments using the 'terror threat' for ever more control of the citizen? The freedom of the individual is more tenuous now than ever before. The following is only a small part of the transcript, if you want to read the whole, follow the link above.


Now, I know I was wrong to make all that trouble for those police, in the mountains of that nameless country, but you see, I do a lot of traveling. I've been traveling all my life, as a matter of fact. I was born in America, but raised partly in China, and sent about the world, a good bit before the war, and a great deal during it, and even more afterwards. I have an office in one country, and a studio in another, the last film for example, was made in four countries. So I have a good deal of experience in crossing borders, and coping with the coppers all over the world. And it is true you know, that we're invited in the travel posters, to be tourists, and once we attempt it, we do discover, I'm afraid, that we 're guilty until proven innocent.
That being so, I think a word or two about red tapism and bureaucracy, particularly as it applies to freedom of movement, might be in order. I'm sure that true of all of us. Think of all of those forms we have to fill out, for example, you know what I mean, by police forms, we get them in hotels, on frontiers, in every country all over the world we're asked, state your sex, male or female, for example. Well obviously, I'm a male, I'm a man, why should I have to answer that? State your race and religion in block letters; well, now why should I have to confide my religion to the police? Frankly, I don't think anybody's race is anybody's business. I'm willing to admit that the policeman has a difficult job, a very hard job, but it's the essence of our society that the policeman's job should be hard. He's there to protect, protect the free citizen, not to chase criminals, that's an incidental part of his job. The free citizen is always more of a nuisance to the policeman that the criminal. He knows what to do about the criminal.


I know it's very nice to look out of the window in our comfortable home and see the policeman there protecting our home, we should be grateful for the policeman, but I think we should be grateful too, for the laws which protect us against the policeman. And there are those laws, you know, and they're quite different from the police regulations. But the regulations do pile up. Forms keep coming in. We keep being asked to state our grandmother's father's name, in block letters, and to say whether we propose to overthrow the government, in triplicate, why, and all that sort of thing. But you see, the bureaucrat, and I'm including the bureaucrat with the police, as part of one great big monstrous thing, the bureaucrat is really like a blackmailer. You can never pay him off, the more you give him, the more he'll demand. If you fill in one form, he'll give you ten.

Now what are we going to do about it? Obviously, if we go on giving into this thing, well, you say, just a minute, you say for example, why shouldn't we give in to it, why should we make trouble for the policeman? Well, the truth is, why should the policeman make trouble for us, why should he ask these things that are stated quite clearly in our passport? Our passport does tell everything the policeman needs to know. Why should we make trouble, well, we don't, because we don't want to get into trouble with the police. We're told that we should cooperate with the authorities. I'm not an anarchist, I don't want to overthrow the rule of law, on the contrary, I want to bring the policeman to law.

Obviously, individual effort won't do any good. There's nothing an individual can do about the protecting the individual in society. I'd like it very much if somebody would make a great big international organization for the protection of the individual. That way, there could be offices at every frontier. And whenever we're presented with something unpleasant, that we don't want to fill one of these idiotic questionnaires, we could say "Oh no, I'm sorry, it's against the rules of our organization to fill out that questionnaire." And they'd say "Ah, but it's the regulations," and we'd say, "Very well, see our lawyer," because if there were enough of us, our dues would pay for the best lawyers in all the countries of the world. And we could bring to court these invasions of our privacy, and test them under law. 

It would nice to have that sort of organization, be nice to have that sort of card. I see the card as fitting into the passport, a little larger than the passport, with a border around it, in bright colors, so that it would catch the eye of the police. And they'd know who they were dealing with. Something like this (see image). The card itself should look rather like a union card, I should think, a card of an automobile club. And since its purpose is to impress and control officialdom, well, obviously, it should be as official looking as possible. With a lot of seals and things like that on it. And it might read something as follows:
This is to certify that the bearer is a member of the human race. All relevant information is to be found in his passport. And except when there is good reason for suspecting him of some crime, he will refuse to submit to police interrogation, on the grounds that any such interrogation is an intolerable nuisance. And life being as short as it is, a waste of time. Any infringement on his privacy, or interference with his liberty, any assault, however petty, against his dignity as a human being, will be rigorously prosecuted by the undersigned, I.S.[sic].P.I.A.O. That would be the International Association for the Protection of the Individual Against Officialdom. If any such outfit is ever organized, you can put me down as a charter member…

F for Fake



In this digital world we can be persuaded to believe anything. And very often as a consequence, we believe nothing.

Orson Wells is a bit of a hero to me. He is often said to have lived his life in reverse. Finding acclaim for his genius with  his first major film, but never again achieving those moments of greatness. But he remained a genius in the visual arts - and in the spoken word. His voice was unique. Terrifying a huge part of America into a panic with his radio performance of War of The Worlds. He invented the direct to camera monologue, or blog if you like, with his unscripted diary sketches made for the BBC. In this one, he talks about the police and racial abuse, plus he muses on the police state, this was made in 1955 and is as relevant today as ever. His brief appearance in the Third Man film was immense. One of his films made a terrific impact on me, and yet it is a film he never made, it was more a tour de force in editing, compiling other pieces of film into a whole. Haven't seen it? You really should ... click on this link.

Smelling The Flowers


This picture was taken this morning as I put my feet up. No more working on Fridays, the day is free, I've decided to become a part-time wage slave. Time to smell the flowers ... Get out, do something more worthwhile, more creative, more satisfying. Time to put the kettle on!
Leica M9 + 90mm.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Tess




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Tess is one of my youngest's friends who came to stay with us overnight. Before she left this morning I managed to persuade her to allow me to take a few shots. These were taken in the space of about ten minutes, I haven't a studio so I have to make use of any available light. Taken hand-held outside in the shade, inside by a window and the top one (with the best light I think) in the conservatory. She's a beautiful woman and a delight to photograph. My favourite shot? The top one as it seems very natural. Here I had asked her not to look 'at' the lens, but rather to look through the lens as if towards someone she loved. I think it worked, she did just that, and the result looks very intimate. 


That's It Folks!

  The gate is now shut. With no one around, it's time to turn off the lights and leave. It's been fun and maybe one day someone will...