Several days ago I received an email about Week of Life, suggesting that it might be of interest to my reader. The idea is that as many people worldwide as so wish should make 9 photographs a day over 7 days, and all week-in-the-life visual journals then collectively contribute to the creation of a “world photo archive of humanity”. (I've just clicked through to the website and discovered that only 8 people in the UK have signed up so far, and of those only one person has uploaded any photos.) More info at www.weekoflife.com
Mike Dempsey has been running a series of guest blogs by Tom Lynham (intro here, and then the first of five posts here) about 'Journey', their touring installation concerning the trafficking of women across the globe for the purpose of forcing them into the sex industry. 'Journey' is located on Washington Place, off Washington Square Park, until Sunday 15 November (that's tomorrow!), and if I were in New York I'd try to see it.
In a related vein, Amy Stein has just put out a call about UNIFEM's recently launched action to end violence against women and girls. You can sign up to Say NO - UNITE to End Violence Against Women at the campaign website, organise your own action from there, or join Amy Stein's own Photographers Say No - click on the link of your choice.
Closer to home... Normally I'd be talking about Mon Capitaine's exhibition opening on Thursday, but I've already blogged about it here (so yes, that means www.wideyed.org is now online). Wideyed also met up last night - I cooked dinner while Capt.B assisted Louise with the printing of the exhibition she'll be opening towards the end of November.
So yeah, I'm running two blogs now. Not sure how I feel about that.
And this is my 600th post here...
The world according to Parr
On the night of the opening, we arrived in time for a free glass of champers but just too late for the snacks (chocolate biscuits with limited edition wrappers especially designed for Parrworld). Everyone gathered in the ground floor bar first, speech by Baltic director (Godfrey Worsdale?) followed by a quick word from Mr Parr himself, then we were all unleashed on the exhibitions.
'Luxury' is the only part of the Parr bonanza that I managed to see in its entirety that night, because 'Parrworld' is too much in one go - I mean, it took me at least ten minutes just to get past the selected bit of postcard collection hung either side of the entrance (there are some cracking ones, like a set of, well, ironic 'night scenes' of various places that are just completely black). Then, the first thing you see once you make it through the doorway is a beautiful BIG print from Chris Killip's 'In Flagrante', and that held my attention for another 10 minutes. Alongside of which are other Killip's. And once you've had a really good look at those, you're still only within rat spitting distance of the entrance...
'Luxury' is the only part of the Parr bonanza that I managed to see in its entirety that night, because 'Parrworld' is too much in one go - I mean, it took me at least ten minutes just to get past the selected bit of postcard collection hung either side of the entrance (there are some cracking ones, like a set of, well, ironic 'night scenes' of various places that are just completely black). Then, the first thing you see once you make it through the doorway is a beautiful BIG print from Chris Killip's 'In Flagrante', and that held my attention for another 10 minutes. Alongside of which are other Killip's. And once you've had a really good look at those, you're still only within rat spitting distance of the entrance...
The main exhibition space of Parrworld is full of books and other printed material under glass, rows and rows of them, surrounded by Parr's collection of work by British photographers (or some of?). With Chris Killip, there's Paul Graham, John Davies, Ian MacDonald, Paul Seawright, John Hinde, Peter Mitchell, Simon Roberts, Mark Neville, Richard Billingham, Tom Wood, Graham Smith, Tony Ray Jones, Brian Griffin, Karen Knorr, Ken Grant, Elaine Constantine, Paul Reas, Stephen Gill, Jem Southam... and they're just the ones I noted names for. Of the books (two copies of each, in the majority of cases), there are a few I'd have broken the glass to get a better look at, and one was "La Promenade de König Immerlustik" by Gunter Rambow* - from the pages it was open to, which had two full page pix of, well, the naked bum of lady bent away from the viewer, photographed from the same close distance and hip level POV but in different locations (e.g. field of tall grass), it would have to be a contender for the weirdest typology ever.
Behind the main space is a smaller exhibition area with some of Parr's collection of non-British photogs - from memory, Cartier-Bresson's famous picnic on the banks of the Marne photo (looked like it might originally have been a press print in Magnum's picture library), Lee Friedlander, William Eggleston (only one?), Joan Fontcuberta. Asako Narahashi. Rinko Kawauchi? The fabulous Pieter Hugo. And many more.
Then behind that little lot are the objects. Saddam Hussein watches, Margaret Thatcher toby mugs, miners strike memorabilia, whatever (the famous tea trays are elsewhere, near Baltic's main entrance). On the night of the opening I made it that far by skirting around one side of the space, and then I couldn't cope anymore... So it wasn't till we went back last Saturday I got to see the books and the rest of the print collection. It also wasn't till then that I noticed the two small viewing rooms (in the corners on either side of the doorway) where films made by Parr were showing, but I'd have to go back a third time to catch those and, frankly, if I do go back I think I'd rather look at the prints again.
And that's just 'Parrworld'! I did wonder, if he had to, which of his own images he'd curate into a similar survey of British photography - would it be something from 'Luxury' or not? I think one of the photos in 'Luxury' that works for me is of a woman on her mobile, holding a clutch bag decorated with the word "FETISH" in metal. It works because she's lost a false nail. I've never worn false nails or ever wanted to, so it's not like I've found something I can directly, personally relate to there, but that detail somehow takes the edge off what could otherwise seem - to me - a bit harsh. Most of the men look like buffoons, but kind of touchingly so, and in that they've been let off remarkably lightly... The gent with the ill fitting wig under his Bowler hat. The sweaty bloke with the fat cigar at the Russian Billionaire event, who looks like he could easily have had a bit part in 'Bugsy Malone' when slightly younger. Even the boys in the D&G T-shirts and lederhosen combo look OK by comparison to women in the same image. I got about a quarter of the way round, as far as the woman with the VVPL and the wine stain on her bulging belly, when I realised that, despite a heightened sense of the grotesquery, absurdity and vapidity of the effects of aging and overarched aspiration, I was starting to feel really sorry for the people in the photos. This is kind of interesting, as are the couple of photos in the show that I couldn't understand. At all. One in particular was like looking at binary code or something - white gold white gold white white etc - I just could not get it. So I need to think about that. Which means that overall 'Luxury' is definitely worth seeing, because anything that makes you think cannot be bad?
So I probably will go back for another look sometime.
* La Promenade de König Immerlustik.
(Frankfurt am Main): Kohlkunstpresse, 1968. £500. Folio (324 × 238 mm), pp.[198]. 178 black-and-white photographs.
(Frankfurt am Main): Kohlkunstpresse, 1968. £500. Folio (324 × 238 mm), pp.[198]. 178 black-and-white photographs.
Gunter Rambow is an internationally renowned graphic designer, particularly known for his posters. This is his self-published first book preceding the better known Doris by two years. In these photographs of his wife Betty only the environment changes; she remains in the same prone position. The pair shot over 1000 photographs within a period of two weeks. This was possible as Betty had perfected a technique of throwing her skirt over her head so that it was not visible when she revealed her buttocks. Most of the photographs were taken in and around Kassel where Rambow taught, with one sequence being taken at Documenta IV.
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Doings
So I finally managed to scrape together the money to get my Hemsby Weekender films deved. In terms of confirming that I do actually know how to use a flash (which I might have known already if I weren't so stupid), the results are a success; beyond that though they are of little to no interest, so I won't be posting many afterall.
I know I can do better.
But not right now... I've been busy trying to sort out a website for Wideyed, because Louise and Capt.B have exhibitions opening this month and, well, it's about time we had one anyway. When it goes live (which will hopefully be in the next day or so) it will be found here. I've even set up a twitter account for us, which can be followed from the website blog or @wideyedphotos or whatever. While it lasts. May be a short lived experiment.
I've also been trying to get to grips with my own website - because YES! I have one again! Sort of... Sometime before my hair turns white I'm hoping the company holding my domain name will properly sort out the "yeah, it's an easy 10 minute job for us" CNAME redirect I asked them for eight days ago (et encore, et rebelote...). Meanwhile, I have to upload more than the 13 pix that are currently in place. The decision to stop fannying around and sign up for a photoshelter account is, for me, the best thing to come out of entering a certain competition I shall not name because nobody else is talking about it either (but thankyou Magnum).
And despite us both having really bad colds (or man 'flu, for Capt.B) the past three weeks, we have got out a bit. Two more northeastphoto.net artist talks; John Davies, followed by Rosy Martin (which reminded me that I once photographed Jo Spence for a magazine...). We were an hour early for the Rosy Martin, so in the wait caught an installation at Vane in Newcastle that's part of the current Wunderbar Festival. Then there was the opening of Vanessa Winship's 'Sweet Nothings' and 'Black Sea' shows at Side Gallery last Saturday. After which, a return to Baltic for Damien Hirst's 'Pharmacy' (et alors?), plus a second stab at 'Parrworld' (and I took notes this time).
I know I can do better.
But not right now... I've been busy trying to sort out a website for Wideyed, because Louise and Capt.B have exhibitions opening this month and, well, it's about time we had one anyway. When it goes live (which will hopefully be in the next day or so) it will be found here. I've even set up a twitter account for us, which can be followed from the website blog or @wideyedphotos or whatever. While it lasts. May be a short lived experiment.
I've also been trying to get to grips with my own website - because YES! I have one again! Sort of... Sometime before my hair turns white I'm hoping the company holding my domain name will properly sort out the "yeah, it's an easy 10 minute job for us" CNAME redirect I asked them for eight days ago (et encore, et rebelote...). Meanwhile, I have to upload more than the 13 pix that are currently in place. The decision to stop fannying around and sign up for a photoshelter account is, for me, the best thing to come out of entering a certain competition I shall not name because nobody else is talking about it either (but thankyou Magnum).
And despite us both having really bad colds (or man 'flu, for Capt.B) the past three weeks, we have got out a bit. Two more northeastphoto.net artist talks; John Davies, followed by Rosy Martin (which reminded me that I once photographed Jo Spence for a magazine...). We were an hour early for the Rosy Martin, so in the wait caught an installation at Vane in Newcastle that's part of the current Wunderbar Festival. Then there was the opening of Vanessa Winship's 'Sweet Nothings' and 'Black Sea' shows at Side Gallery last Saturday. After which, a return to Baltic for Damien Hirst's 'Pharmacy' (et alors?), plus a second stab at 'Parrworld' (and I took notes this time).
Next up is Mon Capitaine's degree show though, which he hung his bit of today. 'Sight Unseen' in The Project Space at the Northern Gallery for Contemporary Art, preview 6-8pm Thursday 12th November. Booze and jelly babies a gogo. Be there.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Short arse
What I want to do has hardly changed since I began photographing.
What has changed is how approach what I want.
I'm not getting any younger though. And I'm obviously not getting any taller either.
Higher shoes?
If only that were all...
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
Do NOT call me Mrs Ishmael
Me: Hello?
CCS*: Hi, is that Mrs Biscuit?
Me: No. There isn't a Mrs Biscuit at this number, and never has been.
CCS*: Oh. There's a Mr Biscuit though?
Me: Yes.
CCS*: Can I speak to him then?
Me: He's not in at the moment. Can I help you?
CCS*: No, I really need to speak to Mr Biscuit.
Me: Look, I'm Mr Biscuit's partner. I just don't carry his name. So I think I probably can help you.
CCS*: Well, you can tell me when the best time to catch Mr Biscuit would be.
Me: If I'd said, "yes, I am Mrs Biscuit," would you have spoken to me then?
CCS*: Er, yes.
Me: Do you know that it's a long time since women were automatically obliged to take their husband's names when they marry? Have you heard of co-habitation?
CCS*: Will Mr Biscuit be in later this evening?
Me: How about you tell me why you're calling, and I'll tell you whether it's even worth your while to phone back.
CCS*: It's OK, I'll just try another time.
Me: Yeah, good luck with that...
*Customer Contact Solution - or, Cold Calling Shit-for-brains
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Friday, November 06, 2009
Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story
The talk above is nearly 19 minutes long, but worth every second.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
via Thoughts of a Bohemian and TED
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sic transit gloria mundi
I was convinced that the Simon Norfolk talk was being filmed or recorded... so I confess, I didn't take any notes and was hanging out in the hopes that I'd be able to just link to something direct rather than have to do a write up. And now all I have to work with is memory. Damn.
The first image he showed us was the adorable ginger kitten adorning his desktop. Even after a fortnight I can still see it really clearly... I can also remember, almost well enough to sketch, some of the paintings he showed as having an influence on his work, specifically 'Chronotopia', but can I remember the dates or names of the painters? Hang on, quick google...
OK, mainly 18th century landscape painting (give or take several decades either side), with the ruins of an ancient, imperial civilisation always somewhere in the background and some sort of pastoral scene elsewhere. We were told that at the time they were made, paintings like these would have been understood as trenchant socio-political critiques on the vanity of Empire, but now they just look like bucholic landscapes because we're no longer 'hip' to the visual language. Also, and as far as I'm aware, this is not the kind of painting that generally gets a great deal of critically appreciative attention these days (not by me, anyway), so if Simon Norfolk hadn't shown and explained its connection and significance to some of his own work I might never have seen it.
Anyway, Claude Lorrain, Gaspard Poussin, that kind of thing, plus very definitely Thomas Cole, a Bolton lad who emigrated to America, formed the Hudson River School, and did a particularly damning five-parter called 'The Course of the Empire' in the 1830s, based on something by Byron (below, the most correct citation I can find):
There is the moral of all human tales;
‘Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails,
Wealth, vice , corruption, — barbarism at last.
And History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page [...]
Byron, Childe Harold, Canto IV, cviii
‘Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails,
Wealth, vice , corruption, — barbarism at last.
And History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page [...]
Byron, Childe Harold, Canto IV, cviii
Claude Lorrain: Landscape with Rest on the Flight into Egypt (The Midday), 1661, State Hermitage, St. Petersburg
Ⓒ Simon Norfolk: "King Amanullah’s Victory Arch built to celebrate the 1919 winning of Independence from the British. Paghman, Kabul Province." From Afghanistan: Chronotopia.]
And now I am able to link, as I've just rediscovered an interview which touches on many of the things mentioned during the talk, hurray!
Finally though, Simon Norfolk is a feisty bloke, and towards the end of the talk he pointed out that we are at war, and how angry it makes him feel that so many photographers are not addressing this fact in their work. And I thought, well, yes, I know England is at war, but I can't see it in my everyday any more than I can see the submarines exericising in his sublime seascape off the coast of Scotland, for example. Next time I photograph, no matter what I'm working on, I'll definitely try to bear it in mind though. And I was a little disappointed that he didn't reference Godard once... but hey ;)
P.S. I wish I could say more, and say it better because, reading this back, it comes across as a bit flippant when I actually found the whole thing really inspirational! But I have a bad cold again, and this is the best I can do right now. Sorry.
P.P.S. I was just sort of thinking about Simon Norfolk with Taryn Simon, in the sense that what both do is less 'photography of absence' and more 'photography of the invisible'... when it occurred to me that what Simon Norfolk is trying to depict with stuff like the supercomputer project is cause rather than effect? I think he'd be horrified if I suggested that his work is homeopathic rather than allopathic, with more traditional photojournalism as allopathic, but I'm stuggling to find a better analogy... Also, without being able to mentally reference existing, historical/contemporary imagery of the terrifying scale of destruction that can be wrought by the military strategies and weaponry those supercomputers are invisibly designing, what significant impact and meaning can pictures of the supercomputers alone have? And now I'm going back to bed...
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Everybody's bones are white
Clinton Ibeto. Enugu, Nigeria, 2008, Ⓒ Pieter Hugo
Earlier this week, Amy Stein opened a debate as a result of an email she received in response to her post about the publication of Pieter Hugo's latest work, 'Nollywood'. It's been bothering me, so I started trying to organise a reply, but it's now too big for a blog comment so I'm just going to out my thoughts here. To understand what the hell I'm wittering on about, you first have to read the specific blog post and following reactions - link here.
It seems to me that Pieter Hugo has provided a opening context for the work of his under discussion, and it's elegantly and economically provided in its one word title - 'Nollywood'. At least, 'Nollywood' is more explicitly understandable (Hollywood, Bollywood, film industry) than the other project of his also drawing criticism, 'The Hyena & Other Men', which actually has similarities to 'Nollywood' because both bodies of work are about performers.
Why isn't 'Nollywood' - portraits of people re-enacting for the photographer aspects of the work they do in their film industry - firstly being considered a progression from 'The Hyena & Other Men' in the sense that Hugo has moved from documenting troubadours to actors? While I'm prepared to take into account hesitations and criticisms with regard to racial stereotyping both the above works might engender, what I really find hard to accept is that said might be so overpowering as to prevent any other form of appreciation. I didn't even know Nollywood existed before I first came across this work, and what the photos inspired in me (other than confirmed admiration for Mr Hugo's photography) is a desire to know more about filmmaking in Nigeria - or just more about anything to do with a place and people more complex and familiar than many other representations I've seen have tended to suggest.
A good place to start is Federica Angelucci's foreword to 'Nollywood' - extracts below.
"Nollywood is said to be the third largest film industry in the world, releasing onto the home video market approximately 1 000 movies each year. [...]
In Africa, Nollywood movies are a rare instance of self-representation in the mass media.
The continent has a rich tradition of story-telling that has been expressed abundantly through oral and written fiction, but has never been conveyed through the mass media before. [...]
By asking a team of actors and assistants to recreate Nollywood myths and symbols as if they were on movie sets, Hugo initiated the creation of a verisimilar reality.
His vision of the film industry’s interpretation of the world results in a gallery of hallucinatory and unsettling images. [...]
His vision of the film industry’s interpretation of the world results in a gallery of hallucinatory and unsettling images. [...]
The tableaux of the series depict situations clearly surreal but that could be real on a set; furthermore, they are rooted in the local symbolic imaginary. [...]"
If there's room for discussion about 'The Hyena & Other Men' and 'Nollywood', perhaps it's because both bodies of work are showing us aspects of African life that actually don't neatly fit existing (Western, colonialist) ideas about it. The imagery in 'Nollywood' is particularly rich with association, with multiple layers of meaning. There are hints of religious, military, economic and cultural colonialism, as themes of a popular genre of filmmaking - horror (and for anyone who thinks the zombie genre began with George A. Romero, it seems its likely origin is folklore of Niger-Congo (which is just next door to Nigeria) via Haiti and Louisiana) - not renowned anywhere for its sophistication but which, in 'Nollywood', is nuanced enough, through Hugo's collaborative portraits of its actors, to give pause for thought. As only the best photographs usually can.
Isn't a critique of Hugo's work, limited to a dismissal of it as a kind of freak show (and I quote: "weird, highly stylised, meticulously crafted images of crazy looking niggers doing crazy looking shit"), by extension a value judgement about the people in his photos also? By reading these images principally through the lens of issues we may have concerning race and dubious Western historical and cultural depictions of said, without factoring in considerations of the subjects themselves - i.e. the fact that they are professional performers, to name but one - isn't there the danger of being borderline, if not actually, patronising?
At least Pieter Hugo has the decency to identify by name all the principle portrait subjects in his images, rather than offensively 'N' word lump them into an homogenous black mass. He's also included in the series a picture of himself, in the same style as every other portrait in the set, wearing the scariest pants - dysentery brown! - I've ever seen on a man.
Literacy - real literacy* - is not only the responsibility of an author. The interest and importance of debates like this concern the question of why we cannot see imagery of certain subjects, places and peoples - and particularly people's skin colours - without it narrowly mirroring back the prejudices, fears and value judgements of our own societies, rather than causing us to reflect on our ignorance of the real qualities, lives and alternative POVs of others.
Phew.
Next up, when/if I can manage it... Simon Norfolk, and Parrworld.
*The UNESCO definition of literacy is the "ability to identify, understand, interpret, create, communicate, compute and use printed and written materials associated with varying contexts. Literacy involves a continuum of learning in enabling individuals to achieve their goals, to develop their knowledge and potential, and to participate fully in their community and wider society."
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wanton ambling nymph
So we got back yesterday afternoon, after a really interesting weekend in deepest Norfolk. We didn't dance as much as I hoped, or take as many photos, but did enjoy looking and listening, cycling and walking, and even staying in what was essentially a converted prefab garage. I'll save further comment until I can post pix - although when that will be I don't know, as I can't afford to get the films deved...
On the way home I made a detour via the Reg Vardy Gallery (weblink up but out of date) in Sunderland to catch "Work" - a selection of projects commissioned by the International Photography Research Network (IPRN: sadly now defunct due to lack of funding, and has no weblink). I missed the opening because I got my dates mixed up, and the exhibition ends on 15/10 so it was then or never and I really wanted to catch Rob Hornstra's "Roots of the Rúntur". And while I was there I also discovered Tomoko Yoneda's "The City Rises" and Andre Vieira's "Cartography of an Invisible World". Definitely worth seeing.
The Simon Norfolk talk last Thursday was brilliant, but I'll have to write that up another time too as right now I'm trying to concentrate on project proposals and other similar, in the hopes of attracting the work that will allow me to earn what I need to get my fucking films developed. The recession is not helping, and I'm not teaching this year either for reasons that have everything to do with these people...
On the way home I made a detour via the Reg Vardy Gallery (weblink up but out of date) in Sunderland to catch "Work" - a selection of projects commissioned by the International Photography Research Network (IPRN: sadly now defunct due to lack of funding, and has no weblink). I missed the opening because I got my dates mixed up, and the exhibition ends on 15/10 so it was then or never and I really wanted to catch Rob Hornstra's "Roots of the Rúntur". And while I was there I also discovered Tomoko Yoneda's "The City Rises" and Andre Vieira's "Cartography of an Invisible World". Definitely worth seeing.
The Simon Norfolk talk last Thursday was brilliant, but I'll have to write that up another time too as right now I'm trying to concentrate on project proposals and other similar, in the hopes of attracting the work that will allow me to earn what I need to get my fucking films developed. The recession is not helping, and I'm not teaching this year either for reasons that have everything to do with these people...
Plus! my work is shit. The subjects I'm compelled to photograph and the way I photograph them is just not it. But compromise is for clients only, so where my own work is concerned I'm stuffed. Comme d'hab', plus ça change etc.
Still, later this week I'll get to see how the other half live in The World According to Parr. Or will I? At the Simon Norfolk talk, someone who I normally find it really difficult to exchange a simple hello with went out of their way to check that I'd definitely be attending the opening of Parrworld, to the extent that my invitation now feels like a fucking summons, so suddenly I'm not looking forward to it at all...
Still, later this week I'll get to see how the other half live in The World According to Parr. Or will I? At the Simon Norfolk talk, someone who I normally find it really difficult to exchange a simple hello with went out of their way to check that I'd definitely be attending the opening of Parrworld, to the extent that my invitation now feels like a fucking summons, so suddenly I'm not looking forward to it at all...
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
East coast swing
Mon Capitaine and me can really be creatures of habit. Weekday evenings we tend to bibble around for a bit, then eat dinner in front of the best crap we can find on TV. On the whole, this is whatever film we can find in progress (drawing the line at the seemingly neverending Steven Segel and/or Claude Van Damme season) or some relatively acceptable series or other (currently 'House,' used to be 'Desperate Housewives' - so something with the word "house" in apparently...).
The other night though we somehow ended up with Jonathan Ross' 'Film 2009' eventually. It's been a long time since I last watched this, and at first I sat there thinking, Jonathan, I'm sure you used to have more time to read this stuff as though you meant it rather than just trying to spit it out ASAP? Then up popped Glenn Close, one of my favourite actors, and I thought woo! oh look, she's doing TV now! where do we catch that series? what's it called again? and... Oh. End of program.
Have I just been extraordinarily slow at catching on, or is the world suddenly being primarily run by people with ADD? Where have all the great actors gone - and if they're not working who the heck is replacing them? and are they any good? Fucked if I know...
And do I have ADD? This morning Capt.B said, "So did Power Pete get back in touch with you about that photo of him?", and the answer is yes, same day I sent it over his wife wrote back to say they liked it. So that's OK. As far as they're concerned anyway. And I was so relieved I sort of forgot to mention it.
Anyway, there've been quite a few breaks in routine lately, and something else I haven't mentioned is that 24/09 we went to the opening of City State, an exhibition of "specially commissioned landscapes by internationally acclaimed photographer John Davies and an audio-visual created out of Amber Films’ archives" which, like Sirkka's Byker Revisited exhibition, is part of Reinventing the City. City State is at the Lit & Phil in Newcastle till 31st October. John Davies work is always worth seeing in print. In this exhibition it's a bit disconcerting though. The photos are all of architecture dating from urban planning policy in 60s Newcastle/Gateshead, e.g. the famous 'Get Carter' multi-storey carpark that's now scheduled for demolition. Apart from one image, which dates from 2001 and is of a building since knocked down, all the photos were made earlier this year... and if it weren't for details in them - a billboard sized portrait of Hugh Laurie advertising a new series of "House", the style of prams people are pushing around, and so on - that seem to sort of clash with the B+W and the historical-marker architecture, they could seem timeless. Which I suppose they will eventually, but right now they seem almost too fresh? It's interesting.

© John Davies 2009
We also went to the 01/10 screening of Sirkka's "Today I'm With You: Byker Revisited" film. After Wideyed's last knees up Louise went to Australia, so this was our first chance to get together since she got back, a cultural outing followed by pints in the Crown Posada, the usual fun. I was curious to see the film after the exhibition to get the back stories on the people photographed, and it was worthwhile but... what it actually did was highlight how skilled a photographer Sirkka is in particular, and (for me anyway) how much more powerful photography is than film.
Looking forward, later this week is the Simon Norfolk talk! After which we'll be going away (to a place I've been before, a long time ago when I was trying to work on this project) for a kind of photography holiday with added boogie, bobby socks and pins...
The other night though we somehow ended up with Jonathan Ross' 'Film 2009' eventually. It's been a long time since I last watched this, and at first I sat there thinking, Jonathan, I'm sure you used to have more time to read this stuff as though you meant it rather than just trying to spit it out ASAP? Then up popped Glenn Close, one of my favourite actors, and I thought woo! oh look, she's doing TV now! where do we catch that series? what's it called again? and... Oh. End of program.
Have I just been extraordinarily slow at catching on, or is the world suddenly being primarily run by people with ADD? Where have all the great actors gone - and if they're not working who the heck is replacing them? and are they any good? Fucked if I know...
And do I have ADD? This morning Capt.B said, "So did Power Pete get back in touch with you about that photo of him?", and the answer is yes, same day I sent it over his wife wrote back to say they liked it. So that's OK. As far as they're concerned anyway. And I was so relieved I sort of forgot to mention it.
Anyway, there've been quite a few breaks in routine lately, and something else I haven't mentioned is that 24/09 we went to the opening of City State, an exhibition of "specially commissioned landscapes by internationally acclaimed photographer John Davies and an audio-visual created out of Amber Films’ archives" which, like Sirkka's Byker Revisited exhibition, is part of Reinventing the City. City State is at the Lit & Phil in Newcastle till 31st October. John Davies work is always worth seeing in print. In this exhibition it's a bit disconcerting though. The photos are all of architecture dating from urban planning policy in 60s Newcastle/Gateshead, e.g. the famous 'Get Carter' multi-storey carpark that's now scheduled for demolition. Apart from one image, which dates from 2001 and is of a building since knocked down, all the photos were made earlier this year... and if it weren't for details in them - a billboard sized portrait of Hugh Laurie advertising a new series of "House", the style of prams people are pushing around, and so on - that seem to sort of clash with the B+W and the historical-marker architecture, they could seem timeless. Which I suppose they will eventually, but right now they seem almost too fresh? It's interesting.

© John Davies 2009
We also went to the 01/10 screening of Sirkka's "Today I'm With You: Byker Revisited" film. After Wideyed's last knees up Louise went to Australia, so this was our first chance to get together since she got back, a cultural outing followed by pints in the Crown Posada, the usual fun. I was curious to see the film after the exhibition to get the back stories on the people photographed, and it was worthwhile but... what it actually did was highlight how skilled a photographer Sirkka is in particular, and (for me anyway) how much more powerful photography is than film.
Looking forward, later this week is the Simon Norfolk talk! After which we'll be going away (to a place I've been before, a long time ago when I was trying to work on this project) for a kind of photography holiday with added boogie, bobby socks and pins...
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Sunday, October 04, 2009
Trigger happy
Unless I'm making a real effort for some specific reason (like trying to get to grips with a new bit of kit, for example), when I'm working there isn't much, if any, time to think about what I'm doing while I'm doing it. Usually I don't worry about it, but at the rally we went to a few weeks ago I did catch myself wondering what the hell I was thinking of a few times...

See above, for example. It adds nothing to the biker project, and I knew it wasn't any good otherwise but decided not to work it for a better image - just not swiftly enough to stop myself stealing this first one. And it bothers me. As does the one below...

I can't believe I made this picture, even though I was asked to. Power Pete is the name of the man with the gun, and I know him because he's the guy that supplies the electricity for most of the rallies I've been to since I started this project four years ago. If I need anything recharging (camera batteries, phone), he's the person to ask. In fact, that's what I was doing when he pulled out the (decommissioned, but real) gun and asked me to photograph him with it. Politics aside, he's a very nice chap. The static caravan he's posed in front of isn't his, it's just a homebase supplied by the event organisers for the duration of the rally, and I did not ask him to sit there like that. At the same time, I didn't exactly ask him to pose somewhere else instead. Even after the words "trailer trash" popped into my head. Too late to stop myself taking the photo though...
It's not like this is the first time I've photographed Pete, but it is the first time he's specifically asked me to. Thinking about it, it isn't the pose he's in, and even the gun isn't the problem weirdly - it's the caravan. Why didn't I ask him to move?
I emailed a copy to him this morning, so I'll find out soon enough if it's OK or not? Although the fact that I'm worried anyway - even as I'm posting it here - means there's a problem regardless? Why does this photo bother me more than the "Christine + Grumpy" bare buttock shot (that's really grown on me actually), when in both cases I have, after all, photographed what people have willingly, spontaneously presented me with?

Anyway, just minutes after photographing Pete, I shot this next one, which I quite like. Although it doesn't add anything to the biker project either, but I did actually ask and get permission for it so it must be OK... or is it because I like it that I've convinced myself it's alright?
I think I really need a holiday.



See above, for example. It adds nothing to the biker project, and I knew it wasn't any good otherwise but decided not to work it for a better image - just not swiftly enough to stop myself stealing this first one. And it bothers me. As does the one below...

I can't believe I made this picture, even though I was asked to. Power Pete is the name of the man with the gun, and I know him because he's the guy that supplies the electricity for most of the rallies I've been to since I started this project four years ago. If I need anything recharging (camera batteries, phone), he's the person to ask. In fact, that's what I was doing when he pulled out the (decommissioned, but real) gun and asked me to photograph him with it. Politics aside, he's a very nice chap. The static caravan he's posed in front of isn't his, it's just a homebase supplied by the event organisers for the duration of the rally, and I did not ask him to sit there like that. At the same time, I didn't exactly ask him to pose somewhere else instead. Even after the words "trailer trash" popped into my head. Too late to stop myself taking the photo though...
It's not like this is the first time I've photographed Pete, but it is the first time he's specifically asked me to. Thinking about it, it isn't the pose he's in, and even the gun isn't the problem weirdly - it's the caravan. Why didn't I ask him to move?
I emailed a copy to him this morning, so I'll find out soon enough if it's OK or not? Although the fact that I'm worried anyway - even as I'm posting it here - means there's a problem regardless? Why does this photo bother me more than the "Christine + Grumpy" bare buttock shot (that's really grown on me actually), when in both cases I have, after all, photographed what people have willingly, spontaneously presented me with?

Anyway, just minutes after photographing Pete, I shot this next one, which I quite like. Although it doesn't add anything to the biker project either, but I did actually ask and get permission for it so it must be OK... or is it because I like it that I've convinced myself it's alright?
I think I really need a holiday.


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Friday, September 25, 2009
Summer sudoku
When we were at that rally a couple of weeks ago, Capt.B bumped into an old mate of his called Barry. This bloke was immediately in big trouble because he kept Mon Capitaine out drinking till stupid o'clock, but then we got home and discovered he'd also given The Biscuit a serious dose of Man 'Flu. So if I ever meet Bazza I will kill him. Slowly. Because I've had his crappy cold for about 10 days now too, and it's a bastard.
Great timing. I have so much I want to get done before the end of this month, but I can't get my brain to work properly... Yesterday I just gave up. Even though I felt like shit, the weather was so last-day-of-summer perfect I spent all of it gardening in the back yard.
And though the weather today has seemed more like November, yesterday's sort of reminded me of this photo I snook of Capt.B's Aunt Janet this August.

Summer sudoku, Weymouth 2009
The leopard print slippers are killer, aren't they?
Great timing. I have so much I want to get done before the end of this month, but I can't get my brain to work properly... Yesterday I just gave up. Even though I felt like shit, the weather was so last-day-of-summer perfect I spent all of it gardening in the back yard.
And though the weather today has seemed more like November, yesterday's sort of reminded me of this photo I snook of Capt.B's Aunt Janet this August.

Summer sudoku, Weymouth 2009
The leopard print slippers are killer, aren't they?
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Monday, September 21, 2009
On a plane
It's Mibs' birthday today and it's weird because, for the first time in I-can't-remember I haven't been able to phone and wish her a happy one. Because she's on her way to Somewhere-near-Brisbane, Australia. As I write, I'm guessing she and her BF might be trying to get some kip in a lounge at Abu Dhabi airport while waiting for their connecting flight.
We went round for dinner last night, and just before we left she told us - and she was deadly serious - that she'd packed a pair of surgical gloves specifically for the purpose of "feeling around inside my slippers for spiders". Though I've never been anywhere near there, even I somehow know there's more than one kind of rather poisonous variety of spider in the Brisbane area, and we then established that my mother's bizarre rubber glove tactic was based on zero research about how to deal with said... so when I'd stopped laughing I told her NOT to do that!
Now I'm wishing I'd confiscated the damn things...
And did she pack anything for the snakes?
We went round for dinner last night, and just before we left she told us - and she was deadly serious - that she'd packed a pair of surgical gloves specifically for the purpose of "feeling around inside my slippers for spiders". Though I've never been anywhere near there, even I somehow know there's more than one kind of rather poisonous variety of spider in the Brisbane area, and we then established that my mother's bizarre rubber glove tactic was based on zero research about how to deal with said... so when I'd stopped laughing I told her NOT to do that!
Now I'm wishing I'd confiscated the damn things...
And did she pack anything for the snakes?
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
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