An exercise in good taste
What can you say about Girona that hasn’t been said already? Especially to a cyclist. So I won’t bang on about the town here, apart from to say that to a Londoner living in a […]
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Just a box with a hole in the front
A talented photographic contemporary and dear friend of mine once said to me, “All cameras are just boxes with holes in the front really, it’s what you look at through them that matters.” And that […]
Read MoreThe hometown of my Mayor’s wife
I’d driven past this part of the Cote d’Azur a few times without stopping. Then The Belgian made an appointment for us both and it appeared on my map. But it wasn’t new to my […]
Read MoreTo visit your homeland as a tourist. In the rain. In the seventies.
In a once familiar pattern of answering the batphone to Specialized, being given a fly by wire brief and packing co-ordinates and cameras onto a plane, I landed in my previously native London and took […]
Read MoreA magical fragment of time
More than ever now a camera is a tool to me, just a box with a hole in the front and the mind that looks through it is what really matters. But photography is still my […]
Read MoreTesting, testing, portrait.
One of the familiar and strangely comfortable aspects of being given the task of photographing a particular or famous personality is the challenge of having to work around their invariably slammed timeline and still command […]
Read MoreThe oldest crit in the west (or, how I re-learned to stop worrying and love the prime lens).
Sunday is becoming adventure day. To quote Harry Dean Stanton, ‘Together they turned everything into a kind of adventure and she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure’, […]
Read MoreA special little corner of a big dirty wonderful city.
I like London. For me it’s maybe the best thing about the UK. I was born there. Grew up there. Left and went back and worked there. Left again and now, occasionally visit there. When […]
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