Archive for September, 2004

Bloggin’ from the Sofa

Today see me laid up at home with a sore throat… [shocking pic of my massive tonsils here]. I Googled tonsils, and reckon I’ve got the biggest. You can set your watch by the back of my mouth. First sign of Autumn, bang go the tonsils. Anyway, I’ve ‘seen’ the netdoctor.co.uk and it’s paracetamol, rest and plenty of fluids. And as one of the most developed places in the world, us Northern Europeans are the most sick. Mind you, Edward de Bono says here that creative people need to relax….

All this got me thinking though, how to spend the perfect ‘day off’. I reckon: get up, pad round the house in trackies n slippers, quick peek at the web, hmmm, rain outside, Ealing comedy on BBC2, duvet, sofa, cheese on toast, herbal tea… anyone top that?

It’s not what you shoot, it’s what you know.

Really nice piece by Ian Walker in this quarter’s Source magazine focusing on just one of Tony Ray-Jones’ photographs. Who, as if by magic, has a retrospective coming up at the National Museum of Film, TV & Photography.

Walker focuses on one single photo of holiday makers on the deck of a pleasure cruiser, he then explores the original incorrect captioning, the actual location of the shot and how that might account for the make up of subjects, and second guesses Ray-Jones’ movements by extensively studying his contact sheets. Ahh contact sheets. I’ve banged on about this before, about what we’re leaving with digitally to future archivist, and I’m a digital fan!

Walker goes on to say: If it had been made now, I might have worried about it being staged. But as Joe Rosenthal said about his famous Iwo Jima photo, if it had been set up, it couldn’t have been so good. For the ‘perfection of such a caught movement also involves the presence of all the peripheral, inconsequential elements as well.

Ray-Jones was shooting ‘The English’ long before Martin Parr, and it the idea of shooting what you ‘know’ that I was explaining to someone at the weekend. I’ve been touting my shots of a London Food shops around recently and talking about my work to magazines. In talking about my work I’m always reminded of at time in Mauritius. I was in the Market with a girl I met on the plane who just happened to a: be Mauritian and b: Work for the BBC… What are the chances! Anyway, we went to the market, the sort of place where tourist don’t really go, but locals do. There I was thinking I’ll get some great shots; piles of veg, rough hands and faces, saffron robes and spices… I get into the market and suddenly become the centre of attention, plus people are saying. ‘No photo’ to me as I discreetly move the camera off my new found friend and on to them. A friend was recently in Greece, and stopped by the side of the road to see a leather faced Greek Orthodox old lady sitting by the side of the road, the sun was setting, it looked a picture. The only words of English she knew were “my photo, three Euro’. What’s the point? Photograph what you know I reckon, and in his prime, Ray-Jones certainly did that.

Sport Relief ‘thanks’ party

Sport Relief ‘thanks’ party – a photoset on Flickr
ok, so Monday I get an email from the Comic Relief web team, saying, ‘hope you got your invite to out sport relief thank you party tomorrow night, see you there’…. eh, what invite… A party, without moi? I mailed back and made arrangements.

See a while back myself and Mr Useability himself Gee-Kay Wong paid them a visit to talk about design, promotion on bbc.co.uk and general useability guidelines…

So Tuesday night comes around off I trot. It’s in a quick drink at the bar before Kevin Cahill takes the stage and talks about all the good work that’s been done and the successes of sports relief.

Emma Freud, a trustee of Comic Relief then takes the stage and talks about the upcoming plans for 2005. The plan is this… Make poverty history. It’s a really unique opportunity that the UK has to end some of the major causes of world poverty. It’s 20 years after Live Aid, when we were first made aware of the full horrors of famine and poverty. It’s also the UK’s turn to host the G8 summit, where eight men will go to the Gleneagles hotel in Scotland and decide world economic policy for the next few years. The UK will also hodl the EU presidency. MPH is campaigning for three things: Fair and even trade laws, dropping 3rd world debt and increasing each country’s aid budget to a ‘whopping’ 0.7% of GDP.

Emma then showed a video, and you can watch it here, infact I insist that you do. It’s one of the most heart breaking things I’ve ever seen.

World poverty won’t go away over night, but at least some of the root causes will have been addressed by these aims. It’s a real chance to do something powerful and far reaching so get involved.

Everyone was kind of numb after that video…. but Kevin made an exceptional closing statement and raised the mood once more.

Then it was time to get some more drinks in, Bjorn Again got on stage, then the lovely Edith Bowman did a set, Ainsley Harriott was there along with a load of other c’lebs, and I got a bit smashed. I then saw a man passed out at Embankment station, and met a couple with ‘tazer quest’ guns on the train… [photos of the night here]

Queueueueueueueueuing

This weekend was London Open House, where some of London’s greatest buildings open their doors too… the queuing public. First off we went to the Midland Hotel, but the guy said there was a two hour wait. It’s also open every weekend from now till Xmas so figuring we’d come back we decided to give it a miss. We then went across to the Bank of England, to find people queue past the sign that said ‘four hour wait – you won’t get in past this point’. It was a similar story at the Lloyds building. By this time we were beginning to loose heart, and it had started to rain. We caught a bus to High Holborn and walked to Dr Johnson’s house, which, yes, had a huge queue outside it. Bugger.

One thing I really wanted to see was the old Daily Express building at 120 Fleet Street. Built by Owen Williams for Lord Beaverbrook newspaper. The foyer is the best example of Art Deco in the country. It’s now been restored (£5m) to former glory, and is truly and incredible space. Standing in it rather reminded me of the lobby of the Empire State Building. It must have been amazing working on Fleet Street in the 50′s and 60′s, when it was the heart of British Journalism, I dimly remember the riots in the 80′s when it all moved out to Wapping and Canary Wharf. The building is now owned by Goldman Sachs, and although the foyer has been restored, there’s nothing of the original building left behind it.

Anyway, it was well worth queuing up for 45mins to go round it. Photo’s now on Flickr, (yes, I’ve decided to use it properly now there’s a decent iPhoto export.) Open House London – 120 Fleet Street Photo’s.

Sunday we went to the observatory at Greenwich, which is free and open all the time. There’s a permanent exhibition about the history of time, and GMT, nice write up here.

The plastacine bomber, the girl and the Current Bun.

Phew. You’ve got to love the way this week’s turned out; everyone’s blood boiling, Nation up in arms, men in tights, violence, blooded heads, unusual weather, animals, attacks on both Royalty and the Govenment. It’s great time for us to be running a series on what it means to be British too. Least it puts paid the idea that the English are stay at home passive ‘shopkeepers’, (actually we have a great history of rioting and protest, from the corn laws to the poll tax).

The Daily Mail won stupid headlines of the week for me though. ‘Marquis and Rat-Catcher side by side’, emphasized a view of class employment not seen since medieval times, Rat-catcher, surely rats are mainly urban dwellers? There other one was ‘Five who rocked the cradle of Democracy’, Last I looked that was Ancient Greece?

Then the Sun ups the anti with another man on the inside. Makes you wonder how many of the Sun’s staff are on the payroll of other organizations and companies? Must be a night mare for the Sun’s HR Dept… Still, it also managed to track down Gemma Richards, a.k.a the ‘Hunt Filly’ and give her her own Page 3 here & here, ‘strirrupped’ down to her ‘jodphwoars’. Not to be outdone, fellow red top The Daily Star gave her a front page. And as poor young Gemma’s stablehand job is under threat by the ban, it’s nice to see her ‘re-training’…

Hunt fans and new cameras…

SnappersSo i pick the right time to get a Canon 300D on hire free for a week from London Camera Exchange. In my lunch hour I waddled up to Charing Cross Police Station to see the protests against yesterdays House of Commons intruders. The press were all getting the dog shot, a spaniel sat in-between a woman’s legs, the cute angle once more, then it was off to their powerbooks and Sony Viao’s to upload the images to the AP ftp. Despite the BBC badge and chatting to some fellow beebers, I felt totally amateur with the 300D compared to some of the beasts these fellas had. Still it’s a nice camera, if a little slow to power up from standby. And some of the Toff’s that were there.. I was almost tempted to shout ‘wee-wease wodderwick, and twarkwin, you bwaffoons’ ala Life of Brian and join in….

Hunt pictures from the wires

Things that didn’t make the main stream media due to the shots of bloody heads and angry coppers.

pictures from the demonstrations at Parliament Square.

Pro-hunt protesters storm Commons

BBC NEWS- Pro-hunt protesters storm Commons
So it’s been another day when the country folk come to town. I remember the last time they were here, all ‘we hate the city’ placards and then off to starbucks for a coffee and a whinge at the prices.

There’s a great many injustices in this world, things that I feel strongly about are issues like global poverty and child welfare, these are worth donating too and caring about, whereas today’s demonstrations just make me mad.

Who’d have thought that in the 21st Century it’d be the aristocracy that would be rioting! How ironic. There was a chap on BBC Breakfast this morning saying he was coming to London to protest about the hunting ban as it’d mean he’d loose his job, bit like the guard at the Berlin wall in 1989. The interviewer said ‘well under the ban you’ve got two years to retrain..’ and he said ‘this is all I’ve done since leaving school, my father and grandfather did it too, we’ve done it since the middle ages’ well whoopdidoo, my grandfather was a coal miner, my father a chef in the Navy, both of those things have been scaled back, welcome to the real world mate.

For to long now the countryside think that we owe them a living, due in part to WW2, where the Government nationalised food production to feed the nation, so it wouldn’t have to depend on the merchant fleets that were being sunk in the Atlantic. So it kept the farmers happy, giving them massive subsides, thinking there’d be enough farming space to grow food for the nation and we wouldn’t have to dig up Battersea Park and plant potatoes again. But times have moved on, there’s far to many people in the UK than there is land to grow crops to feed them, the UK imported tons of food and ‘other stuff’ last year, so why are we giving all this money to farmers? Go to your average supermarket and see how much, especially veg, is made in the UK?

The posts on the BBC message boards are right, this is about class war. The problem with fox hunting is this; they say it’s a form of pest control. Well why does it take 20 men and horses and 40 dogs to eradicate vermin? Badger baiting’s illegal, 5 man can’t send a dog down a den and then smack the badger over the head with a spade. Rabbits are considered vermin, they spread disease and eat crops, but snares and pellets are considered good enough for them. We live in a world where chickens are mass-produced from chick to bird in six weeks, in sheds the size of a football pitches, with each bird having an A4 sized area to grow in. More than 30% of the chickens die due to disease, fatigue and exhaustion before reaching six weeks, this is considered an acceptable loss of the ‘crop’. The old idea of a fox getting in and stealing a farmers livelihood in this context is hypocrisy. ‘sides, most foxes nowadays seem to have given up on the country and come in to town via the railway lines to pick old KFC out of our bins. Their own data says ‘well half of all foxes get away’ thus proving it’s ineffective.

The countryside alliance is pro all forms of hunting, including fishing and shooting. it’s website says this:
As a recreational/leisure activity, country sports account for approximately 130 million activity days per year, with the number of people participating directly in country sports in the UK making it the fifth largest of all recreational/leisure activities – broadly equal in number to football. Hunting undertaken by the same amount of people as play football a week? I think not. If ever there were a case of battery farmed hormone injected statistics, this is it. At least other forms of hunting are considered fair game for the pot, who ever heard of eating fox?! No, what I object to is the whole ceremony, the red coats and stupid little horns, it’s not about vermin control, it’s not about employment nor one man against nature using skill and a tool. It’s about rich people getting together to trample all over the countryside and hunt down an animal. There was a story in the Metro today about a gang of city youths who kicked a puppy to death, anyone in there right mind would see this as barbaric, yet if it were a fox, they wouldn’t be sought for arrest on animal cruelty.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the countryside. I think it’s very pretty, I want it preserved, even if it’s just to keep the cities apart. But what I don’t want are anarchic rituals and institutions disguised as ‘history’ paid for by my taxes. No tourist ever came to Britain and said, ‘Ooooh, let me see a pack of dogs rip apart a fox’. It’s no place in our national culture anymore, along with bear baiting and cock fighting. Ban it, and make the countryside do what it’s best at, preserving nature, for everyone, forever.

Should we have looked away?

Thoughtful piece in the Observer Review section about the fallout from the Beslan school massacre… One line in particular… Picture editors scanned a gusher of digital images, and made impromptu choices about which incident to pick out of the affray and what meaning to attach to it. No one had time to wonder about the ethics or even the aesthetics of what they were doing.. Maybe?

There were some truly shocking images form the news wires as the siege came to an end. The worst being a couple of frames showing a distraught mother lifting up tarps over charred bodies looking for her child. There were over 200 in a makeshift morgue. Could you imagine even looking at one? That really upset me… afterward.

While the story was breaking, aesthetics were, I’m ashamed to say, at the forefront of my mind. I was looking for which image is going to ‘work’ and create an effective piece of editorial, not the suffering unfolding in front of me. As a picture editor, watching a story unfold via news wires is a disjointed yet rich experience. See a lot goes onto the wires that doesn’t make it into the press, you sometimes see the ‘before’s and the afters’ to an event, the wrong angle shots, the ‘also rans’ and stuff to shocking to print. In this case the town of Beslan assembled in facets on my monitor, unfiltered and raw.

It was the same for the Madrid train bomb too. When you’re ‘doing it’ you sort of get this zoning effect, you make instant snap decisions, you become ultra focused, only afterward when the adrenaline is curdling in your system to you actually reflect on the images; that that group of pixels you optimised was a human being.

There was a an accompanying piece from Balkans vet Andrew Testa summing up why we need these images, and the effects it has on the photographer who’s actually there. Both pieces come down to a: should we see these sorts of images, and b: should the photographer get ‘involved’?

In answer to a: There’s a market for it.. even a print market at around €1000 a pop, from War Photo Ltd. Testa’s own work is there too. Suffering sells, but perhaps only of the right sort? And it doesn’t get any better than instant, unplanned death in on focused area at the hands of terrorists rather than say, the deaths of 400+ people over two months at the hand of mother nature.

In answer to b: I was once on a student portfolio judging panel with Paul Lowe, who’s worked in Chechnya, the Balkans and other hot spots around the world. In the boozer afterward I asked him about how he coped. “It’s a bit like the end of Blade Runner, ‘I’ve seen things…’” was all he’d say. As for getting involved, there’s a piece in Russell Miller’s book ‘Magnum’ where Lowe describes the aftermath of a Hutu massacre by Government troops in Rwanda.
It was very chaotic, there were a lot of injured and wounded… I felt I ought to help but I was only a journalist and I knew it was my duty to make pictures that would record the event. And anyway, what can one person do? A lot of babies had been on their mothers backs, and the mothers had died, but the babies were still alive. I went out with one of the aid workers to collect these little children. It was a terrible experience. One off the doctors at the camp said “Look you’ve got to stop bringing these people in because we’ve got no where to put them. If you bring any more they’re going to get dysentery and they’re going to die”. I literally had two babies in my arms at this point. I had to put them down by the entrance to the camp. There was nothing I could do… It was very very harrowing. I was in quite a state when I got back home.

Hardcore.

In looking for interior design tips…

..I found this.

an exhibition of Europe’s worst interiors of 1974, nice!

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