Liz Hingley Prix Virginia

Congratulations to Liz Hingley for being chosen as the winner of the 2012 Prix Virginia, a new prize for women photographers which she read about in Le Journal de la Photographie, where I also read the news of her award.

I first became aware of her work when I saw her fine project Under Gods – stories from the Soho Road,  on Lensculture – and it was published as a book by Dewi Lewis – and this study of the various religious communities along two miles of road in Birmingham was one of two outstanding pieces of work at this year’s London Photography Festival.

The prize came for her ongoing project The Jones Family which was also published in Le Journal last year. The work also gained her a Getty Editorial Grant in 2011. You can also see it on the Prix Virginia site as well as on her own web site.

The Jones Family, begun in 2010 and continuing, looks at the experience of “genuine deprivation within the context of a wealthy country“, the UK where “for 3.9 million children … severe poverty is a fact of life.” The two parents and seven children live in a 3-bed council house in Wolverhampton, having refused to move to larger accommodation because of the “many memories” the house holds for them.

It isn’t a story of desperation, although in some respects the conditions are desperate. The eldest son of the family managed to get to university and then set up a business from his shared bedroom, and the eldest daughter has found love, moved out and is now a mother. Despite being a story about cycles of poverty, it is also a story full of hope and pride and graft in difficult circumstances, pictures that should make some of our unthinking and unfeeling millionaire politicians eat their often callous words. These are images with a real human warmth and with a great eye for atmosphere and detail.

The Prix Virginia is supported by Le Monde magazine who will publish a portfolio of her work in their Nov 2 issue. As a part of the prize she also  gets the opportunity to photograph a city of her choice for Éditions be-pôles who are the publishers of the book collection Portraits de Villes. She also gets  10,000€ and a show in this years Mois de la Photo at the Hôtel de Sauroy from October 19 to November 30, 2012 which I hope to see when I’m in Paris next month.

Sylvia Schildge writes on the Prix Virginia site:

Why a prize for a woman photographer ?

The women of my family were my foundation: Virginia, my pianist grandmother, my great-aunt painter, and my sculptor mother fed my curiosity about art from my earliest childhood. Having elders like them opened a path for me as a creative artist.

The Prix Virginia is a way for me to demonstrate my support for the recognition of women photographers. It is also a way of sharing the passions that were handed down to me.

The competition for the prize was certainly a tough one,  with 434 entries from women in 45 countries. Ten of them particularly impressed the judges, and their work will be presented one every other month from January 2013 up until the next Prix Virginia is awarded in 2014.  The ten are:

Carolle Benitah (France), Caroline Chevalier (France), Jen Davis (USA), Noemie Goudal (England), Cig Harvey (England), Jin Hyun Kwak (South Korea), Laurence Leblanc (France), Dorothée Smith (France), Marie Sordat (France) and Laurence Von der Weid (Switzerland).

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Mike Seaborne: Landscapes in Transition

© Mike Seaborne
Gorsuch Street, Hackney. Facades, Mike Seaborne

Tomorrow is the opening at Foto8 of Mike Seaborne’s show London: Landscapes in Transition and it is one I wouldn’t miss, presenting two of his long-term projects, Thames Estuary and Facades.

I got to know Mike when he set up a group ‘London Documentary Photographers’ which met at the Museum of London where he worked for many years curating photography around 1989. In his time at the museum he organised a number of fine shows of photography, including one by that group on transport in London and two others I was involved in, Photographers’ London: 1839-1994 and London Street Photography. The latter broke attendance records for exhibitions at the Museum, and coincided with his early retirement from the museum. Photographers’ London, one of a number of Mike’s books, remains as the finest work on the subject.

Ten years ago, Mike and I set up a web site,  Urban Landscapes, which is still going, with the occasional addition of new photographers to the site.  We put Mike’s Facades on the site in 2006 and you can see five of his other projects there.


WW2 tank obstacles, Grain. Thames Estuary, Mike Seaborne

Mike and I have always had a number of interests in common, and one of those is the fascination with the Thames estuary, where I photographed extensively from the 1980s until a few years ago. Most of the places that he has photographed in the show I’ve also photographed, and you can find some of my pictures on My London Diary as well as my own Thames Gateway projects on Urban Landscapes. So I have a particular interest in seeing another viewpoint on those same subjects, taken a few years after my own work.

© Mike Seaborne
Yantlet Creek, Grain. Thames Estuary, Mike Seaborne

Mike’s approach is different to mine. He has always been a more precise and careful worker than me, using medium or large formats while I’ve been satisfied with 35mm. There is a programmatic element in his approach to the shop fronts in Facades, all taken in a similar way with the same fixed lens camera which is something I’ve avoided. It gives his work an admirable consistency.

There are similar differences too in our work on the estuary and I think our work complements each other rather than in any way competing, and it would perhaps be good at some time to show the two approaches together. But his project is fine on its own, and I look forward to seeing the prints on the wall.  (We’ve previous shown work together in group shows a number of times, including Four on London, Another London and East of the City, which last year included work from his Facades project – so this is getting a second Photomonth outing.)

At the museum as well as in his own work, Mike made the most of the opportunity to explore the possibilities of digital printing. He was someone many of us went to for advice, although we often ended up doing things differently for various reasons (if only because we didn’t share his budget.)  But I think we can confidently expect to see some of the best that photographic printing can now provide.

Available from Foto8 during the show, and also from Quaritch who represent Mike is a fine 48 page catalogue of the show, designed by the photographer with over 40 of his images excellently reproduced.

Like ‘In Protest‘, Mike’s London -Landscapes in Transition is one of the shows listed as ‘highlights’ of this year’s East London Photomonth International Photography Festival.

Appleby Horse Fair

Side Gallery’s Archive Photographer of the Week is Dave Thomas, with a fine set of black and white images of the Appleby Horse Fair which he took in 1969-70 and were acquired by Side in 2000.

It’s sad however that these a perhaps only being shown because Thomas, born just outside of Glasgow in 1940  and a graduate in painting from Glasgow School of Art in 1962, died last month. Like many of us in the early 1960s he was inspired by the ‘New Wave’ French and Italian cinema, which led him to his own black and white photography.

After working as a freelance in Glasgow he got a job teaching photography at Leeds College of Art in 1968, which required him to spend a part of his paid hours as a practising professional,  giving him the opportunity for a number of documentary projects in Yorkshire and the north of England, of which the annual horse fair in Appleby, Westmoreland was one. Later he went back to freelance work, and then again into teaching. But I think there are relatively few teaching jobs now which would be set up to pay photographers to continue their photography alongside teaching.

Some of the pictures are also for sale at the Equestrian Gallery, where his photographs stand out alongside “prints, paintings and sculpture by a selection of the most talented artists in the field.”

Also on Side you can see his documentation of the Blue Circle cement works at Eastgate in Weardale, County Durham, 1991.

In Protest Opening Speech

It wasn’t a large event, with many friends unable to attend for various reasons, but we had a very pleasant evening, and for once I think I managed to talk to nearly everyone who came, even those who only had time to be there for a few minutes, most of whom missed my short speech – as did a one or two who came late. Of course not everyone is in London, and some photographers who might otherwise have been there were unfortunate enough to be in Birmingham with David Cameron and Boris Johnson.  But it was good to see some old friends, and a few of London’s best photographers.

The show of course continues for another two or three weeks, at least until Friday 26 October, and I think will actually still be on the wall for the 27th.

Paul Baldesare kindly took some pictures with my Fuji X100 camera, and this is me giving the speech.

© 2012, Paul Baldesare

I’ll put some more from the evening on My London Diary later, and probably later still when I get the time, almost certainly after the show closes, I’ll put up some web pages with a permanent version of the show.

Among other cameras, Paul  regularly uses the Fuji X-Pro1, and he commented how much better and more responsive the X100 is compared to that camera, even with the improvement made by the recent v2.00 firmware update. But we both agree on how hopeless the menu systems were on both cameras, really letting them down.

It’s also a shame that Fuji decided to produce the X100 with a 35mm rather than a 28mm lens; the add-on converter now available might solve that problem at a size, but it adds around 1.5 inches on the front of the lens, while a 28mm prime could possibly have given an even more compact camera. Even so I think I may buy one, as although some feel the small difference in focal length isn’t a big deal, for me it seems critical. For years I worked with a 35mm as a standard lens, and 28mm seems about the longest that works as a wide-angle.

So, here’s what I had to say last night:

I’d like to start by saying thanks to everyone for coming here tonight, it’s great to have your support.

When I heard from Maggi Pinhorn, the director of Photomonth, that this year’s festival was to have Radical London as its key theme, I made a few tentative enquiries among friends about a show we might put together, and was very firmly told this had to be a show of my own work.

As I’ve written for the wall, it was in some respects an impossible task. I first photographed protests, very much as someone taking part, in 1978, and over the next 34 years I’ve taken a few pictures. Since I started My London Diary, a dozen or so years ago, I’ve put on-line around 50,000 pictures from protests. It’s relatively easy to go through the digital work, much more of a task to look through and review almost 30 years of contact sheets, spread across something like a hundred large files – and one I’ve yet to finish.

I was also clear I wanted to show work that reflected both some of my own convictions about photography and a wide range of the issues that I had worked on. Not just a wall of my “best images” whatever that might mean, though one or two of those here have enjoyed a little success.

There is a lot of text on the wall, particularly with the colour images, something that reflects my feelings of the importance of context, but far too much for most to read on an opening night. I want to share a couple of paragraphs from my statement with you now:

I was dissatisfied with the photographs that I saw published of protests – usually static groups of people and banners at the front of a march, or of a few of the better-known speakers, and wanted to produce something that more reflected my own experiences as someone taking part in the events. It was also important that the images were about something; I was more interested in telling stories through my pictures than in making pictures, though of course effective story-telling needs pictures that embody the skills of photography. But I wanted to be sure that I didn’t confuse the means with the end.

In other words, photography isn’t about making pictures; making pictures is how you tell a story.

The pictures from protests were part of a wider view of society and varied sub-cultures in London, work which also includes various religious and other festivals as well as daily life on the streets. As the title ‘In Protest’ was meant to suggest, it was in most instances in solidarity with those who were protesting and reflected my own viewpoint, and an attempt to put into practice the emotional imperative: ‘if it moves, photograph it.’ Anger, empathy, love, hate, lust, amusement, hope, excitement, affection, joy, admiration and sometimes just plain nosiness have all at times provoked my images, and some of those on show were taken with camera hiding my tears.

But there other things I’d like to say. There are many myths about photographers, some a hangover from the idea of the romantic artist starving in a garret (if anyone still knows what a garret is) and others about money-grabbing paparazzi hounding so-called celebreties. And we all know how many photographers it takes to change a light bulb! 136*. Its no surprise if some do exhibit fragile egos, when we are often disregarded, often expected to work for free and sometimes treated like something people have picked up from the street on their shoes.

But in making these pictures I’ve been very much aware of photographers as a community that works together, giving each other support and encouragement. There’s a sense in which this work is a communal effort – between myself and the other photographers but also with those many people who appear in the pictures – sometimes unwittingly and occasionally unwillingly, but in the public interest.

One of the first photographers who talked to me and gave me practical advice when I was photographing protests was the late Mike Cohen, best known for his work for Searchlight and the Morning Star, who once kindly characterised my approach to subjects as fly fishing compared to his coarse angling – though he was not being entirely fair to himself. Another who who is no longer with us but will be remembered by photographers here was Mike Russell, ‘Mini Mouse’, who organised the media coverage of Climate Camp. But there are many others fortunately still on their feet and some who have made it here tonight. Thanks to you all.

In particular I’d like to thank the small group of photographers I’ve worked closely with over the past 20 or more years, including Mike Seaborne, whose show at Foto8 opens next week, Dave Trainer, unfortunately not able to be here tonight, and the others. Most of all, Paul Baldesare without whose work this show would not have been possible – and also Sara who with him has so kindly organised the most important part of tonight’s opening. Thanks also to Phil and his staff at The Juggler, perhaps the nicest place in London to exhibit, and it’s sad that this may be the last show at the Shoreditch Gallery.

I want to leave you with one last thing. A few nights ago, lying in bed unable to sleep, worrying about the show and about this speech, my desperate thoughts somehow turned to photographer’s epitaphs. It came to me that one I might like to have earned would be ‘A photographer who never shot a picture.’ These images were never shot, seldom taken but always made.

Thank you.

It was good to hear from the gallery that there has been quite a lot of interest in the show with some people spending a lot of time looking at the pictures and reading the extended captions.

Doubtless it helps that it is one of the shows listed on the front page of the brochure as ‘exhibition highlights’ and it is also stands out slightly in the listings as I think the only entry with both a red and a green dot – red for being part of ‘radical london’ and green as part of ‘eatyourartout’.  Unlike some café venues it is generally easy to look at the pictures without feeling you are intruding into the privacy of the customers, or that you need to buy food or drink, although they do have some very tempting filled rolls if you are feeling hungry.

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Karol Kállay 1926-2012

Slovakian photographer Karol Kállay, born on 26 April 1926 died on 4 August 2012 aged 86.  He took up photography seriously when he was only 14 and by the time he was 17 had won a gold medal in the national photographic exhibition had his pictures published in the Swiss magazine ‘Camera’ and organised an exhibition of his work in Spain.

Kállay travelled the world as a freelance, published many fine books, had his work in magazines including GEO, Paris Match, Focus and der Spiegel, won various awards and had many exhibitions around in his own country and around the world – his web site lists Prague, Berlin, New York, Moscow, Budapest, Warsaw, Bucharest, Sofia, Paris, Hamburg, Baghdad, Cairo, Osaka, Istanbul, Havana… But he appears to have been virtually unknown in the UK, and if his death was mentioned in our press or photographic press I didn’t notice it.

I met him in Poland in 2007 where he was one of a dozen or so exhibiting photographers who gave a  presentation of work at the FotoArtFestival in Bielsko-Biala where I gave a lecture. I wrote about my experiences there in a diary, although I managed to avoid mentioning him or his work and I think he is absent from my pictures.

In the catalogue for the 2007 festival, photographer Eberhard Grames writes

“His images remind rather memories of an inconspicuous, friendly smiling fellow-traveller. Because that is how it is – Karol takes photos as a good, nice and cultivated man. That is why he becomes a “dangerous” witness of all those human commonplaces and tragedies, which take place in his surrounding.”

“It is very hard to find a proper word, which would define “the image talk” of Karol. His talk with people is nice, friendly, without any superficiality. Karol likes when his photos state questions and simultaneously have the strength of a philosophical stroke.”

“Sometimes, his photographs look like a frightening moment with a little deal of cynicism (which characterise life in big cities.) Therefore some of his photos discover “that something typical” in people, caught in the twinkling of an eye.”

There certainly is something about many of these images that reflects the twinkle of the photographer’s eye which you can also see in some portraits of him. But as well as humour in his work there is a very strong sense of design underlying all of them, perhaps sometimes becoming a little too dominant for my taste, something which has remained more prominent in central European photography than here in the UK. It perhaps explains why my favourite image from the 140 or so on his site is of people sitting around in a Montmartre square, lovers kissing on a bench in the foreground, people listening to a guitarist sitting on a wall, while at right a young girl seems lost in a world of her own. That truly is a picture I would have loved to have taken.


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Ravishing Ravilious

Thanks once again to Brian David Stevens for pointing me to James Ravilious; a world in photographs, a fine 30 minute film about his incredible 17 year project photographing the disappearing world of rural North Devon.

Ravilious (1939-99), whose father was the artist Eric Ravilious,  was inspired by seeing the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson in 1969 to become a photographer. In 1972 he had to move to Devon in there started to work at the Beaford Centre, who wanted a record of the area.

I first saw Ravilious’s pictures for real on a rare visit to the Royal Photographic Society with a friend who was a member, I think around 1990. I’d seen them before in magazines, but they were much more impressive as prints. I’ve written before about his work, as have others, but it’s still true to say that his work is not as well known as it should be. His is a view that is both real and bucolic; he refused to to photograph things that he didn’t find beauty in and was apparently easily horrified. I’ll perhaps write more about him later, particularly his views on ‘green’ which very much fit with my own.

Night and Day

Thanks to the Online Photographer for a 9/11 post  last week that links to some interesting issues raised in a post on another blog, BagNewsNotes, James Nachtwey’s 9/11: Eleven Years Later, Like Night and Day, which in turn links to a post from 9/11/2011 by Max Hodges on Google+, in which he writes about the differences between the versions of images from Ground Zero as they were originally released in 2001 and in the re-worked versions from ten years later.

It’s an interesting piece and worth going and looking at the pairs of pictures to see the changes that have been made, which as Hodges makes clear in some cases go well beyond what many would see as acceptable for documentary images.

What kind of post-processing is allowable on news and documentary images is a topic I’ve discussed in the past, and I don’t think the detailed prescriptions of AP and Reuters mentioned by Hodges are particularly helpful  – what really matters are the intentions behind processing, which should be to report clearly and accurately on the events as you saw them.

There are some changes in the images that I think reflect the speed at which the original images were sent out, poorly colour corrected and with incorrect contrast levels etc. Agencies now want pictures almost before the events even take place, and many pictures now reflect a lack of necessary thought and editing which would make them more effective. But mostly the effect of the processing in these images seems to be a misguided over-dramatisation, which to me cheapens the work.

There isn’t really some original uninflected state of a digital image that somehow is more authentic than any other. The camera and processing software puts its own interpretation onto what we saw – often in a rather arbitrary way – and we have to work – just as we did in the darkroom – to get the picture to show our particular view.

While I don’t in principle object to Nachtwey processing his images, the way that he has done so I think reduces their credibility, and more importantly, throws doubt upon his integrity as a photographer. And integrity, as I’ve argued before is in the end what we all have to rely on.

9/11 was an iconic event, one of those times that most of us can remember where we were and what we were doing when we learnt of it (I was outside the college boiler room just getting on my bike to go home for a late lunch when a distraught colleague who had grown up in New York rushed up to tell me.) Although that particular memory isn’t one which needs to be known or remembered, I think that we do need to keep the memory of the actual event clear and accurate – and not play around with the pictures.

It’s perhaps also important to remember that this was not the only event in American history that took place on September 11.  It shouldn’t completely overshadow the events of 1973.

A Short Walk in Spitalfields

I’m not sure I will go to see the pictures by C A Mathew which will be on show at the Sandys Row Synagogue in Spitalfields from 20th September 2012, although it looks as if a visit to this synagogue, the oldest Ashkenazi synagogue in London, and the last remaining synagogue in Spitalfields would be very interesting. But I think you can see the photographs well enough on-line.

Like the nearby mosque in Brick Lane, the synagogue has moved through several religious re-orientations. It was built on the site of an older chapel, l’Eglise de l’Artillerie, and opened on 23 November 1766 under the same title, serving the French Huguenot community of the area. A few years later they combined with other churches in the area and leased this building. From 1792 it was home to a Baptist congregation, most of whom left in 1801 when their minister made it Unitarian. When the Unitarians moved to Finsbury in 1824 it was leased to Scottish Baptists. In 1867 it was leased to Dutch Ashkenazi Jews, who were allowed to block up the previous entrance on Parliament Court and build the current entrance on Sandys Row and it was consecrated as a synagogue on 6 November 1870. The congregation bought the freehold of the building in 1923 and continues to worship there.

I first saw these pictures published on Spitalfields Life in 2010, and they have since been republished there on the 100th anniversary of their taking, along with a set of ‘then and now’ pictures, taken by the author of Spitalfields Life, who goes under the soubriquet ‘the gentle author‘ (TGA). The pictures are in the collection of the Bishopsgate Institute, which in 1974 published a bound 28 page pamphlet, The Eastern Fringe of the City, described as A Photographic Tour of the Bishopsgate Area in 1912 with around 20 photographs taken by Mathew on Saturday April 20 1912, his only known visit to the area.

C A Mathew began as a photographer in 1911, setting up a studio in in Tower St, Brightlingsea, Essex and is thought to have died shortly after his wife at the end of 1916. There doesn’t seem to be a great deal more known about him and the only other picture by him I’ve seen is a routine image by him included in a history of the town.

One theory, which I doubt, is that these pictures are the result of a delayed or cancelled train from Liverpool St back to his home in Brightlingsea on the Essex coast, just over 50 miles away (the station fell under Beeching’s axe in 1964.) TGA writes that perhaps he “simply walked out of the station, taking these pictures to pass the time.”

I think this is more than unlikely. While we might do such a thing now, photography back in 1911 was a rather more serious business, and although I can’t know exactly what equipment Mathew was using, I think it likely that it was rather cumbersome and heavy – not the kind of thing you would just take a walk while you were waiting with.

From the pictures I think the camera he used had a rising front and will have been used on a substantial tripod. Almost certainly it will have been a camera that used either sheet film or glass plates rather than roll film. So as well as the camera he will have needed a number of plate or film holders loaded with unexposed material. And of course a large dark-cloth and loupe.

I suppose it is just possible to envisage circumstances where a photographer travelling home would have all these things available – perhaps a commission elsewhere that for some reason he had been unable to carry out. Though it is hard to think why anyone would commission a photographer from Brightlingsea to do a job in London.

Normally on the way home the plates would have all have been exposed. Had their just been one or two pictures, it might perhaps be possible that Mathew, on his way back from a job in the city might have paused on his way to expose a couple of unused plates, but the number of pictures rules that out. It seems almost certain that he had travelled up to Bishopsgate with the express purpose of making a set of pictures of the area.

Since he was a professional photographer the most likely reason for this is that he was being paid to do so. Since his studio was in Brightlingsea, his client was most likely to be there also, although possibly a visitor to the town; perhaps one of those wealthy gentlemen who came for the yachting at Brightlingsea Sailing Club had started his life in the area.

One of the most intriguing things about the pictures are the captions on the original mounts, which I think could also be a clue to the actual reasons for the pictures, although it isn’t a mystery I can solve. Not only does Mathew carefully describe the locations but he also gives the widths of most of the streets in feet and inches. Brushfield St (width 29′.3″) is the caption on one mount – either the photographer has taken measurements with some  precision or has gone to the trouble of looking them up somewhere. Why?

Possibly also the choice a Saturday is significant, a day when businesses in this Jewish area were closed. As the Bishopsgate curator noted, it meant the children were all in their Sabbath best, but it also made it possible for the photographer to place his tripod in places where heavy horse drawn traffic would have made it difficult on a working day.

Although working with a digital camera, or even a 35mm or 120 film camera we might now make similar images in perhaps an hour, probably the pictures here represent the best part of a day’s work. Since a number of the images include shadows, it would be possible for a more dedicated sleuth than myself to work out the exact time of day these were taken.

I’ve walked into Spitalfields a few times over the years, and taken a few pictures there, and once published a little article on the area. They don’t have the same interest that Mathew’s have, partly because the times had changed when I first went there in the late 1970s, and particularly because there were far fewer children on the streets. Here is a street corner from my first visit there in 1978.

© 1978, Peter Marshall
Samuel Stores, 1978, Peter Marshall

Spitalfields Life has quite a few other articles about the photographers of the area, and among the most recent is John Claridge’s Cafe Society. I have also photographed several of the cafés featured here, in particular the Victory Café, though it was on the Hackney Road in Bethnal Green rather than in Whitechapel when I found it, 23 years after him.

© 1986, Peter Marshall
Victory Café, 431 Hackney Rd, Bethnal Green, Peter Marshall

Although I admire many Claridge’s images, I find the style of his printing, with its high-contrast lith effect, annoying. There are a few of his images it really suits, but more of the time I think it detracts from his work.

You can see more of my café pictures – in colour – in Café Ideal, Cool Blondes, & Paradise, a work I first put together as a book dummy in the mid-1990s and which I intend to revise again and publish as a book before too long.

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Non-photographer Wins Photography Prize

I’ve nothing against photo-montage. I’ve written about it and admire many of the classic works by photomonteurs such as the Dada artist John Heartfield as well as more recent work. I’ve even allowed my own pictures to be used in photomontage, but it isn’t photography. There have been photographers who have worked with photomontage, and again there are some I admire – such as Misha Gordin, as well as a few who I think are mildly interesting, including Jerry Uelsmann, and a few whose work I find simply sick.

John Stezaker, the winner of this year’s  £30,000 Deutsche Börse prize at the London Photographers’ Gallery is not a photographer, but that doesn’t seem to matter, and the 2007 prize went to Walid Raad who also didn’t take the pictures he used.

Writing in The Guardian, Sean O’Hagan commented:

Does that matter? Evidently not – except to other practitioners who may think photography still has something to do with deep seeing, and then capturing that moment of deep seeing, in a split second. That is now in danger of fast becoming an irredeemably old-fashioned idea, both in the teaching of photography and in the market-driven curating of photography.

I’m one of those old-fashioned practitioners, and rather resent a photography prize being awarded to a non-photographer. I quite like some of Stezaker’s work – the prize was for his Whitechapel Gallery show – and although it reminds me very much of the kind of thing that other artists have been doing almost since the start of photography (well before Dada and the Surrealists), he certainly sometimes does it very well. But it ain’t photography!

You can also read about it on PDN, BJP and again in The Guardian in a piece by arts correspondent Mark Brown among other places.

Breaking Down the Beast

I was rather rude about street photography a few days ago, so it’s nice to be able to point you at some street photography I find really interesting as opposed to the mush. There are street photographers working now whose work I find interesting – just as some years ago I found Trent Parke‘s 1999 book Dream/Life worth ordering a copy from Australia, and wrote about both that and his Minutes to Midnight (2002-4).

One I don’t remember seeing before is Joseph Michael Lopez, featured on the Lens blog a couple of days ago in a feature Breaking Down the Beast by Peter Moskowitz, which has a set of 16 pictures from his street photography project, Dear New Yorker, which you can find along with other work on his web site. And that a picture or two did make me think of Parke is no bad thing, although Lopez’s work has many other aspects.