Guardian Pics 2008

If you’ve not yet taken a look at the pick of pictures from 2008 by Guardian photographers David Levine, Dan Chung, Linda Nylind, Martin Argles and Sean Smith,  then sit down for a while and treat yourself. It isn’t a bad interface either, and if you get fed up with listening to the commentary you can go through the pictures at your own rate.

Last month I went to see Smith, whose work I particularly enjoyed in the Guardian slide shows, showing his work to fellow photographers at the Photoforum meeting in London, and I hope to get to this month’s meeting this Thursday. If you are a photographer and you’re in London why not come along. On the web site it describes itself:

“Running monthly on the second Thursday of the month, Photo-Forum, kindly hosted by Jacobs, is a place for working photographers to bring images, ideas, photo stories, approaches and work in progress for supportive debate and criticism.”

Jacobs is a photo store, often with some interesting second hand equipment and some fairly competitive prices on New Oxford Street close to Tottenham Court Road Station – opposite another large photo store that once used to get a lot of my custom, Jessops, but which seldom seems to stock anything I want nowadays. Certainly Jacobs does seem to have a much greater interest in professional photographers, and Photoforum is a good place to meet other photographers, particularly photojournalists, who are based in London.

Back on the Guardian pages mentioned above, you can also see the picture editors’ choice of images which appeared in their daily gallery during 2008.  In some ways I found this a disappointing selection, although there are some excellent and dramatic images. What seems to be lacking in what they find of interest is subtlety and magic, two very important qualities in images that delight me. I can’t help thinking they don’t really deserve the photographers they have.

Amen Sister!

2008 has been a year that has seen a few interesting developments in photography in the UK, although also a year that has left many of us considerably poorer. Many photographers have seen their incomes fall sharply with clients going out of business, staff jobs being axed and an increasing use of images from free or cheap sources. Many publications seem to think that anything that will fill a suitable size rectangle on the page will do and are not willing to pay the rate needed to sustain professional work.

I heard a week or so back of one local newspaper offering a ‘day rate’ of £25 – and still finding people who would take it, while others are now relying on amateurs to send them pictures for nothing but having their name in small print next to them.

Not of course that their is anything necessarily wrong with amateurs – much of the most interesting photography over the whole history of the medium has come from people who supported themselves by other means (or relied on partners, friends or families to support them,) or was the personal work of photographers whose professional work was generally tedious and mundane.

And many photographers who became famous through their actual professional work of course still often produced a great mass of uninspired bread and butter images. One of the problems we now have is that curators have a great delight in bringing this out and presenting it on walls as great previously unknown art. The truth generally remains that there are very good reasons why these images were obscure, but there is no career-enhancing kudos for curators in repeating – for example – to show the pictures that Henri Cartier-Bresson chose to include in his ‘The Decisive Moment.’  (You can now usefully see the entire book online, although of course the quality of reproductions is so much better in the real thing.) And yes, even H C-B had his off-days, and it is hardly surprising that the title “the Pope of Photography” has most often been applied to a curator – John Szarkowski – rather than a photographer.)

There have been some encouraging developments this year. Photographers often like to bitch about the British Journal of Photography (not least when it asks to use their work without payment) and there are sometimes very good reasons for this, particularly in some of their coverage of equipment which at its worst can be little more than a round-up of press releases or a display of personal prejudices, but in my eyes their coverage of photography has certainly improved. This was brought home to me when I cleared out the shelves containing several years of back-issues before Christmas.

One innovation for the BJP this year was its rather curiously named blog, 1854, a reminder that the print magazine is extremely long in the tooth. One of the great things about blogging is that it forces you to read other blogs, and although 1854 hasn’t yet become a useful source of information for me (usually I’ve read it first on the same blogs as them!) it does mean that its writers, “the editors of the British Journal of Photography, the world’s oldest photography magazine” at least keep up to date with “photographic news, from the latest gear to the best exhibitions to the best insights on ongoing and upcoming trends in the industry” which I’m fairly sure accounts for the improvement I’ve noticed in the print issues. Though there are perhaps one or two of their contributors who still need to start blogging!

At least for those of us who live in London, one of the big developments of the year – and one the BJP largely neglected – was the tremendous growth of the East London Photomonth. Of course there are some other photo festivals in the UK, but this is the only one of any moment in the capital and with around a hundred events this year beginning to make an impact.


The Mermaids and the Poodle, Hayling Island Carnival, 2005.  Paul Baldesare from the show “English Carnival“, part of the Photomonth I was also in.

Of course it still has a very long way to go to rival Paris – which is why I spent eight days in that capital this November (which you can read about in great detail both in many posts about the shows here on >Re:PHOTO and also in my  Paris Supplement to My London Diary.

One of my first posts on arriving back from Paris was Paris and London: MEP & PG which compared our London Photographers’ Gallery with the Maison Europeene de la Photographie (MEP).

The main thrust of my piece was in the third paragraph:

but the biggest difference so far as photography is concerned is one of attitude. The MEP clearly believes in photography, celebrates it and promotes it, while for many years the PG has seemed rather ashamed of it, with a programme that has seemed to be clearly aimed at attempting to legitimise it as a genuine – if rather minor – aspect of art.

So I was interested to see that when the BJP’s report (BJP 17/12/2008 p6) of the PG’s opening on its new London site (my account,  Zombies in Ramillies Street, on >Re:PHOTO was rather different) commented that gallery director Brett Rogers “hopes that the gallery will reach an equal footing with organisations such as the Maison Europeene de la Photographie in Paris“.

Amen sister! So do I, but I’ve yet to be convinced that we are singing from the same hymn sheet!

A Christmas Message and a small Milestone

Forget Ahmadinejad and the Queen. My Christmas message came in the early hours of Christmas morning. Santa and his elves were busy working overtime with the fairy dust and a small present came floating into my mind as I woke to roll drowsy out of bed to empty my bladder at 3am, and after completing the necessary I sat down with paper and pencil to record it. Unusually for such night-time notes it remained legible and made some sense when I found it again in the morning.

A few months back I got myself involved in one of those long and essentially pointless discussions on internet forums that I usually stay clear of, which I think had started with the question “what is a photograph“, although as such things do soon strayed off into other areas (at least one per participant.) I’d contributed Walker Evans’s quote from the text for a show at MoMA in the early 1950s about valid photography “Under no circumstances is it anything ever anywhere near a beach” (which I had put on >Re:PHOTO a few months earlier

However it’s perhaps more relevant that on Christmas Eve I had been thinking about Minor White, both in writing my Seasonal Greetings and also leafing through the latest Winter 2008 issue of Aperture, which on its final inside page has a feature by Anne Wilkes Tucker on what she truly describes as a “seminal gathering” at the Aspen Institute in 1951, which is accompanied by a group photograph of just over 20 or those taking part. This high-powered crew included Wayne Miller, Ansel Adams, Dorothea Lange, Berenice Abbott, Frederick Sommer, Nancy and Beaumont Newhall, Herbert Bayer, Eliot Porter, Minor White, Ferenc Berko and Laura Gilpin. The event led to both the founding of Aperture, with Minor White as editor and moving spirit and also the genesis of the Society for Photographic Education.

Aperture has now reached issue 193 (as a subscriber for many years I now have well over a hundred issues on my bookshelves) and published many fine books and editions. I wrote a double feature on its history at the time of its 50th anniversary (another piece no longer on line – but perhaps to be rewritten to come out at the same time as issue 200?)

So here (at last) is my little present, a kind of definition of worthwhile photography:

The simultaneous exposure of two sensitive surfaces – one in the camera and the other in the photographer’s mind.

I’m always wary about milestones. It’s a word too close to millstones, which though perhaps notable for grit also hang round necks. But I do note that a few days ago I wrote my 500th post to this blog.

Also, looking at the statistics from my web host (which I seldom do,) I find that with a few days left, >Re:PHOTO is getting very close to 500,000 page views for 2008, though unless there is a sudden surge it won’t quite reach the half a million this year.

Seasonal Greetings: Bells not Bombs

Apologies to those readers who have already received a Christmas Card from me, either physically or by e-mails, but finding one picture that was recent, appropriate and visually literate was the best I could do, so you will already have seen this.


Festive demonstration outside London offices of one of the three companies that make the UK’s nuclear warheads at Aldermaston, Dec 2008

 Glory to God in the highest,  and


on earth peace,  good will toward men

 

Someone did ask me whether I had arranged this group for the photograph, (or rather they accused me of doing so)  but as usual I was able to reply that all I had done was to be in the right position at the right time and keep thinking and shooting as things developed.  It’s a picture in which body language was very important, and the only one in a short sequence where the guy in the ‘radiation suit’ at left has a strange lean away from centre. I also shot a similar image without flash:


Two frames and 10 seconds earlier without flash

but I think this doesn’t for me work quite as well, partly because my eye goes to the two very bored looking security men on the door.  I also like the picture with flash partly for the way it picks out the foreground slightly, and especially the figure lying on the ground (a deliberate reference by the demonstrators to the outlines of bodies etched on pavements by the atomic bombs dropped on Japan) but also to the ‘fault’ of the reflection on the shiny black door of the bomb-makers offices – which the remaining security guy seems to be regarding with concern.  It appears to me like there is an explosion taking place inside and this flash is escaping through the door.

People often ask photographers if they ‘saw’ certain things in their pictures when they were making them.  Well, I certainly don’t stop and write things down – and the pictures are the best record of how I was thinking. In some ways it helps not to have too set ideas of what I’m trying to do which would stop me trying to push things further and make things less open to chance.

Minor White had a lot to say about photography.

every photograph a celebration

every moment of understanding a birthday

 

So enjoy and celebrate.

Background Information

Picture shows the North-London based group of Trident Ploughshares, the ‘Muriel Lesters’, in festive protest on 12 Dec 2008 outside the London offices of the leading company behind nuclear bomb production at the Atomic Weapons Establishment at Aldermaston.

US company Lockheed Martin leads the group making warheads for the Trident replacement and is the makers of ‘bunker buster’ and ‘cluster’ bombs, the worlds largest exporter of weapons.

The UK’s Trident replacement program is an illegal breach of the UK’s obligations under Article VI of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.

Around a week after I took this picture it was announced that the one-third stake in the UK bomb-making programme previously owned by British Nuclear Group (BNG) has been sold off to another US firm Jacobs Eng, outside whose offices the Muriel Lesters also demonstrated.

The group of protesters takes its name from Muriel Lester, (1883–1968), born in Leytonstone, was a leading Christian peace campaigner and writer. Among many other things she founded Kingsley Hall in Bow, was a friend of Ghandi, Travelling Secretary of the International Fellowship of Reconciliation and was detained for ten weeks in Trinidad and then several days in Holloway Prison for her activities during the Second World War.

Paris Supplement

Finished at last, November’s Paris Supplement to My London Diary.

Paris (C) 2008, Peter Marshall

The trouble with being a one-man band is that when its all hands on deck there are still only two of them, but at least you can get away with murderously mixed metaphors without the restraining good sense of an editor. Though too many of those have the good sense of the average donkey coupled with a total lack of vision and an over-pernickety attitude to spelling and punctuation (and in the unlikely event she’s ever reads this, there is one lady who will immediately know I’m thinking of her – and for the record, you have absolutely no idea about punctuation despite your “corrections” to my pieces.)

Paris Photo, the world’s largest annual dealer photography fair, Le Mois de la Photo, a two-yearly festival of around a hundred shows and events, and it’s fringe, the Photo-Off with another hundred or so (and probably another hundred shows unlisted on the fringe of that fringe.)

Paris, the city and perhaps 50 km of walking around its streets searching for those shows and taking pictures. It’s all too much for one guy, even with the help of his wife (whose punctuation is always reliable and French impeccable.)

I admire those who are able to pull out their laptops or notebooks and blog or twitter away at events – at least until I read what they have written. Twitter is really such an apt name. Dawdlr is perhaps more my style, though I’ve yet to feel moved to contribute.

Anyway, my Paris Supplement 2008 is now on-line, with a dozen articles

PARIS SUPPLEMENT

Tourist Montmartre at Night
Le Paris Nord
Ceremonies du 11 novembre
Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
Night in the City Centre
More Shows, more walking
The Canal, Les Halles and more
Friday – More Shows
Saturday- Art & Tourism
Sunday: Marais, MEP, Seine
Buttes Chaumont / Belleville Traversée
Paris Photo Party

and over 300 photographs. In the features there are many links to the roughly 30 articles and reviews from Paris I’ve posted here on >Re:PHOTO and of course both sites have many links to external sites where you can see some of the pictures and find out more.

If you went to Paris you might find I saw some things differently, and almost certainly you will have missed some of those things I saw. Comments as always are welcome on this site, though you need to join (it’s fast, free and simple) to post.

For those who missed Paris this November (and if you are interested in photography and weren’t there, you did miss a lot) reading my thoughts and seeing my pictures (or at least the 10% or so I’ve put on line) is probably the next best thing. So if you can tear yourself away from the mince pies and steal away to your screen it might provide a little Christmas cheer.

(C) 2008, Peter Marshall

You’ll need to provide  your own champagne for that party though.

Philip Jones Griffiths & Patrick Tourneboeuf

There were two exhibitions at the École nat. sup. d’architecture Paris Val-de-Seine, housed in the fine late nineteenth century factory (now listed and protected as a historic monument, and recently restored) built for the Société Urbaine d’Air Comprimé (SUDAC) and with the message in large text on its frontage: ‘Distribution d’air Comprime‘.


View from the Pont National, Peter Marshall

‘Recollections’ was a show of pictures by Philip Jones Griffiths taken in Britain from the 1950s – 1970s, with plenty of reminders of what a fine photographer he was. It appears to be showing also at the National Conservation Centre in Liverpool from 17 October 2008 to 15 March 2009, and their site has half a dozen images and some text. You can also read more and see some other pictures on the Trolley Books page about the accompanying book. The Paris show did not have the slide-show of his Vietnam images which is apparently at Liverpool, and there is also a slide-show linked at the top of the Trolley page.

This show – like the John Bulmer show I’d seen the previous day, was also a reminder of a vanished past – some gone for good, but in other ways very much for the worse. The Jones Griffiths show covers a much wider range of political and cultural events, and there is always an insistence on stating the photographer’s point of view in his work.

One image that particularly appealed to me (you can see it small and dark on the Trolley site) was taken in Downing St, outside the home of the Prime Minister. It showed four nannies with a couple of prams and a push chair who had stopped – as they did every day while taking their young charges for some air – to chat to the two policemen on duty outside the door of No 10. Now the west end of the street is walled off, and there are security gates on Whitehall, and they would need to apply several days in advance to go down the street – after passing through an airport-style security gate.

You can see many of Jones Griffith’s finest images on his Magnum pages, including in the slide show there a number that were in the show. Surprisingly, the book Recollections does not yet feature on the site.

Patrick Tourneboeuf’s giant colour pictures of spaces behind the scenes or being redeveloped in his ‘Monumental, etat des lieux’, (shown in Los Angeles as ‘The Museum Project‘) were also impressive. For once the scale of the images had a purpose, confronting us with these spaces almost on the same large scale as they actually existed, giving the feeling one could walk into these empty halls and spaces under repair. I was particularly impressed by an image of the Théâtre du Châtelet, its balconies and stalls wrapped in plastic and the workmen in hard hats at the bottom left.

It is also a project that reflects the much greater support that photography enjoys in France compared the UK.  The project began with a carte blanche commission from the French Minister of Culture in 1997 to photograph the renovation of the Pompidou Centre; other official commissions followed on from the success of his work there.

Hard Sixties

Another interesting show from Le Mois was at Galerie Galerie David Guirand  in the rue du Perche with John Bulmers ‘Hard Sixties: L’Angleterre post-industrielle,’ which closes 20 Dec.   This small gallery had a series of black and white and colour images from the 1960s taken in the north of England, particularly around Manchester.

Bulmer studied engineering at Cambridge, going on to become a freelance photographer working for the Daily Express and Town Magazine before The Sunday Times, Life, Look and other magazines sent him around the world. In 1972 he worked as photographer (cinematographer) on a BBC film directed by Mai Zetterling about Vincent Van Gogh which won a BAFTA award for documentary, and after this he made his career mainly in film, although continuing to take still pictures as well.

He has directed over 30 films, photographing on many of them and also on other films. Now approaching 70, he lives in rural Herefordshire (not far from where another Bulmer, Percy, founded a cider empire in 1887) and is working with his archive of images, most of which have never been published. As yet he doesn’t appear to have put any on the web.

The show contains some dramatic images of the times, showing a clear liking for fairly extreme wide-angle views – several looked as if taken with a 21mm lens. The harsh printing of the black and white work also added to the gritty feel of the work, which did very much seem to mirror life in some of the poor and deprived working class areas which they depict.

This was a time when the colour supplements and magazines were increasingly publishing colour images, although many documentary photographers were reluctant to use colour, with its added technical problems. The magazines wanted colour transparency, and many of an older generation of photographers had never had to bother with exposure meters before. Bulmer’s colour work stands out from this era, although I felt his black and white images were more confident and perhaps more true to the subject.

For most of the sixties I was a student, and seven years of my life were spent in Manchester.  For much of that time I lived in working class areas not a great deal different from many of those where he took his pictures, but although I owned a camera (a Halina 35x), I didn’t have the money for film. Photography then was still largely a hobby for the middle class, and those of us with little money made do with a film a year  for our holidays.  At the time setting up a darkroom was beyond my dreams. Living in small flats there was no room – and we had no money.

My daily journey across Manchester in 1970 to my first job in a small town in its northern outskirts took me on the smoke-filled upper deck of a bus through miles of closely packed terrace houses,  across the dead and dreary wastes of council estates, past a working colliery and varied industries including a wire works, canals, mills and the inevitable gas works and gas holders.It was a vivid grandstand view of a slice of the industrial north for a few pence twice a day.

All of these industrial sites were on the edge of extinction and much of those older areas of housing have been bull-dozed. My journey today would be completely different  Bulmer’s work is a valuable record of and England that has changed, if not always for the better.

Le CentQuatre: Stephane Couturier & Alain Bernardini

From the avenue de Flandres we walked west across the 20e to Le 104 (Centquatre), once the home of the SMPF (le service municipal des pompes funèbres.) Built in 1873 by the chuch, the premises were taken over following the law of 1905 which gave the city a monopoly on providing funeral services; this ensured that everyone, regardless of sex, religion, marital status or cause of death could receive a dignified ceremony, whereas the church had previously discriminated against various groups.

At its height, 1400 people worked there for, including trades such as seamstresses and cabinet makers, working as a team to provide a complete service, transporting bodies from home to cemetery. It had its own footbal team, and even an orchestra. In May ’68 it kept going for 15 days working as a co-operative.

The city’s monopoly was abolished in January 1993, and the SMPF soon ran down its services, closing in 1997.

Considerable redevelopment work has taken place on this 39,000 square metre site, and although it opened in October 2008, much was still unfinished, and the vast building is still largely empty space. There will be a continuing programme where around 200 artists from around the world come to work on about 30 projects each year, and three festivals to show the finished work.

When I was there a few very large prints of pictures by  Stephane Couturier who was photographer in residence during the development work – you can see  3 of his pictures on the web site.

In the terrace of the cafe (opening 2009) was a set of pictures by
Alain Bernardini (b France, 1960) Stop / Tu m’auras pas, (literally ‘You won’t have me’ but perhaps here means ‘you won’t take my photo’)  pictures of workers on the site posing for their pictures, along with some where there are no workers, perhaps because they didn’t wish to be photographed.

Robert McCabe & Aurelia Alcais

There were two shows organised by Galerie sit down in the rue Ste Anatase, 3e. In the Galerie itself was a Photo Mois show ‘Grece: les annees d’innocence (Greece: the years of innocence) by Robert McCabe, while neighbouring shop windows were full of ‘Les Poupees Bidons‘ by Aurelia Alcais, a rather less serious part of the Photo-Off.

McCabe’s Greece, which ends 19 Dec, is a fine show of black and white work from the 1950s. Born in Chicago in 1934, he stated as so many at an early age with a Box Brownie, and later as a teenager photographed car
accidents on the streets of New York and became interested in press photography.

He made his first visit to France and Greece in 1954, returning to Greece the following year with a Rolleiflex. His pictures from these foreign trips were exhibited at the time at Princeton University.

In 1957 came to Greece again to work for National Geographic – in colour; other assignments included being sent to the South Pole to photograph for the New York Sunday Mirror Magazine.

His pictures reflect very strongly the age in which they were made, both in terms of the scenes that he photographed and his way of seeing. It was an age of innocence both for photography and for Greece.

Aurelia Alcais‘s work certainly added a little fun to things, taking pictures of the stomachs of pregnant women decorated to make faces. Some certainly gave me a belly laugh.

Lars Tunbjork: Vinter

Lars Tunbjork: Vinter
Galerie Vu, 2 rue Jules Cousin, 4e
12 Nov 2008 – 25 January 2009

also

Lars Tunbjork: I love Boras
Centre culturel suedois, 11 rue Payenne, 3e
9 Nov 2008 – 25 January 2009

The basement  exhibition space of Galerie Vu was filled with the large colour images of one of my favourite Swedish photographers, Lars Tunbjork. His show Vinter was drawing a good audience there, and deservedly so, although I felt it lacked the kind of unity found in his earlier books such as “Home” and “Office.”

I met Lars in Poland when his work was on show at the first FotoArtFestival at Bielsko-Biala, and was very there were photographers from 25 countries showing in Poland, and I was present as ‘Great Britain’ with  ‘London’s Industrial Heritage‘)

You can see a good selection of his work on the Agence Vu web site and also on the Cohen Amador Gallery site.

Here’s a little of what I wrote about him in 2005, but didn’t publish as I am still waiting for a reply from Lars for permission to use the images concerned!

Lars Tunbjörk

Lars Tunbjörk was born in Boras, a small city in southern Sweden in 1956, in an area that was an exemplar of the Swedish ‘Folkhemmet’ (the ‘people’s home’ or welfare state envisaged by the ruling Social Democratic Party). When he was at school in 1971 at the age of 15 he went on work experience to the ‘Boras Tidning‘ newspaper and was introduced to photography. He went on to become a freelance before getting a staff job with the ‘Stockholms-Tidningen‘, a leading daily in the Swedish capital. His work there from 1981-4, distinguished by its subtlety, established him as a leading Swedish photojournalist. He also worked for Metallarbetaren, the magazine
of the Swedish Metal Workers Union, Manadsjournalen, a Swedish monthly cultural review which ceased publication in 2002, and the Scandinavian Airlines magazine Upp&Ner (Up & Down.)

It was the work published in the book ‘Country Beside Itself’ in 1993 (Swedish title: Landet Utom Sig) with text by Thomas Tidholm and Göran Greider that brought Tunbjörk’s colour photography to the attention of the photographic audience world-wide. His pictures (and you can see a good selection of his work from 1989-99 including some from this book on Zone Zero) show a strong sense of colour and design as well as a taste for the amusing, ridiculous and occasionally surreal.

The images as well as showing his personal vision, also comment on the political and social malaise felt in the country, where much of the aims of the ‘Swedish Model’ welfare state had been acheived, and the consensus that this common aim had generated was being replaced by increasing feelings of alienation, emptiness and lack of purpose, and a movement away from social idealism towards a free-market individualism.

So in Olandi, 1991, a man and a woman recline in their swim suits on almost invisible supports, oddly suspended above a large area of grass, apparently floating as if on some invisible lake or by the yellow umbrellas that seem to emerge from their heads.

Far behind them along the edge of the grass across the centre of the whole frame is a series of buildings, black roofs above offwhite wood or plaster walls, a fairytale like faux-heritage development, stressed by the fake antique black metal lamp post which rises from beside the empty grey tarmac path at left of the picture into the white sky. Even the distant trees are drained of their colour. An image flickers into my mind of bathers floating in the high density of the Dead Sea, but this dead sea is marked as clearly Swedish by the colour – the yellow umbrellas and the complemenatry blue of the woman’s costume are those of the national flag, “a blue cloth with a yellow cross”.

An interior, Oland, 1991 is a simple scene. A room is seen in a wide-angle view square on to a wall, with white ceiling with glowing fluorescent fitting, a rather vivid green floor and pale orange-yellow walls, both facing the camera and to the right. The facing wall has a blue door at right, and in the corner of the room to the right of this a red plastic chair. High towards the left of the wall a TV is fixed, and below it stands a man, dressed only in trunks, socks and sandals, heavily sun-tanned, hands down at his sides. Seen from behind he betrays no thought or gesture through his pose, and appears to be staring at the wall in front of him (again the blue and yellow of Sweden) rather than looking up at the screen. Its a strangely empty room, nothing else except the white skirting board, a white light switch and socket by the door, a picture of loneliness emphasized by the colours. On the screen in cold blue light a couple embrace, the colour contradicting their contact.

In Flemingsberg 1989, a businessman or doctor or politician in an off-white raincoat, grey trousers, black shoes, walks along an empty tarmac road beside a fence past the grounds of some institutional building (presumably a hospital), striding out, head bowed, clutching his bulging briefcase. Perhaps representing the middle-class with all the plans of the ‘Swedish Model’, looking down and not thinking about the future, oblivious to the lamp post that has fallen down apparently towards him, about to pierce his heart with the sign attached. It reads ‘Diagnosv‘(Diagnosis) 13,15,17.

Later in the afternoon we also made it to Lars’s second show in the Mois de la Photo, a much smaller show, I Love Boras, in the Centre culturel suedois in the rue Payenne in the 3e. This too was busy, but for many the main attraction was the copies of his books available for browsing rather than the few prints on the wall.

Both shows continue until 25 Jan 2009, so if you are in Paris before then, they – and the Galerie Vu show in particular are worth a visit.