Archive for January, 2010

Remember Ray Moore

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

For several reasons I’ve been thinking about Raymond Moore recently. Just before the New Year I was up in Derbyshire for a few days, and went through some of the places I visited with him in the 1970s while I was at one of several workshops with him, and this brought back a few memories of Ray and the other photographers I met there.

© 1976-7, Peter Marshall

It’s only too likely that many reading this will be scratching their heads and wondering who Raymond Moore was. If there was an award for great photographers who have disappeared most completely off the critical radar he would certainly be in the running for it. Yet Ray was certainly one of the great British photographers of the twentieth century, up there with guys like Bill Brandt, and his work stands comparison with rather better remembered American photographers such as Aaron Siskind and Harry Callahan.

Moore (1920-87) was the first living photographer to have a truly British show at the Art Council’s flagship Hayward Gallery in London; Brandt had beaten him to it by eleven years, but Brandt’s show was from John Szarkowski at MoMA rather than a home-grown enterprise. Earlier, Ray’s work had been shown by the Welsh Arts Council, the first living photographer to be given a show by by any of the UK Arts Councils.

But there are reasons why Ray’s work has drifted out of our sight. He was a painstaking printer, one of the best (like me largely self-taught from the Ansel AdamsBasic Photo‘ books) but made relatively few prints, and sold few during his lifetime, so virtually none appear in the art market, probably now the major driver of photographic visibility.

The largest collection of his work has for years been the subject of legal dispute and thus unavailable for museum shows. And the genre in which he worked was outside the traditional British obsession with social documentation (nothing wrong with that, but it isn’t all of photography) and in an area largely abandoned by academia in the UK in the 1970s in its Gadarene rush to  theory.

British institutions have never had any real faith in photography and the kind of enthusiasm and support systems that exist in some other countries have never really developed here. Ray did have a few shows, but they were relatively few and far between, and few buyers, institutional or collectors, were buying work by contemporary British photographers in the 1970s and 80s.

Ray wasn’t well served by publication either, although his pictures appeared in various magazines, including Creative Camera, who also published a major portfolio of his work as the lead portfolio in their 1977 year book.  Murmurs at Every Turn came at the time of his Hayward show in 1981. But these publications – and the slim Welsh Arts Council catalogue – were printed in the style of their time, with heavy blacks that lose the shadow detail on which Ray was always so insistent. His final publication, Every So Often, represents his work rather better, but all these are now relatively rare and expensive second-hand. However you can see them even if they are not on your shelves, as Weeping Ash has a tribute to Ray that includes virtually every magazine article and photograph published by Ray – and you can page through his books. The site  also includes an essay which was the basis of a talk I gave about Ray in 2005.

By the time I met him around 1976, Ray had simplified and perfected his technical approach. Although in earlier years he had worked with medium format (and occasionally with larger cameras) he now worked with a Nikon camera and a single standard lens (I’m not sure whether it was a 50 or 55mm.) He chose to use a Nikon macro lens not because he wanted to photograph close-up but because he felt it was sharper and had a flatter field of view at normal distances. He mainly worked with Ilford FP4 film, relatively slow and fine-grained and a favourite with many photographers, espeically those doing portraits for its smooth tonality, exposing it around 2/3 stop more than its normal rating and I think preferring to develop to a slightly lower contrast than normal.

He had decided he didn’t need a larger negative to get the print quality he wanted, always printing essentially from the whole negative on an old Leitz enlarger (simple but one of the best ever produced for 35mm), making final prints around 14 inches wide.  Ray liked to print with open shadows, and although he was a master of the craft always aimed to make prints that made people look at the images rather than trying to dazzle them with the print quality.

Although he admired the work of Brandt, he was not an admirer of the prints that he made when he moved to a more graphic approach, using higher contrast and often blank shadows.

Also on-line is a 2002 dissertation on Moore by photographer Neil Shirreff which looks at “his positioning in Britain’s photographic history, the perspective of Moore himself, and the perspective of a viewer engaging with one of his photographs.

A new book on Moore is long overdue, although unlikely to emerge before the legal problems surrounding his work are resolved.  It would also be good to see his work in exhibitions. The V&A does have a number of his pictures which can be viewed on request by visitors to the print room.

Ten years ago I wrote a short piece on my experience of attending the workshops with Ray and Paul Hill at Hill’s ‘Photographers Place‘ in the Derbyshire village of Bradbourne for William Bishop’s ‘Inscape‘ magazine, accompanying a few of my pictures of the people concerned – including some of Ray.  I began to put this on-line at the time, but somehow the pages never got finished – until I found them and did the job this afternoon! Now on-line as Darbis Murmury.

New Year’s Day

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

I’ve been doing a lot of walking in the last week, which isn’t unusual. A few years ago I was being interviewed for a photographic magazine and was asked to name my most useful photographic accessory and my answer was “a good pair of shoes.” It wasn’t the kind of answer he wanted  (though I think they did print it)  and he continued, “No, not clothing, what’s your favourite accessory“, so I told him it was my Brompton folding bicycle, which as well as getting me to places (and folding so I can put it on trains and the Underground for longer distances) also enabled me to see and photograph over walls and fences by standing on it.

But mostly the walking I’ve done recently has been in cities, often with a few hundred or thousand other people on demonstrations (and quite a bit of it I’ll be walking backwards, which gets a little tiring.) There are some streets in London where it now feels a little odd if I have to walk along the pavement rather than marching down the centre of the road, although when I’m on my own the traffic would make that suicidal.

But New Year’s Day I took a walk in the country with some of my family along a part of the Thames Path. There was a cold wind and the temperature was around freezing and I froze at times, despite a warm jacket, woolly hat, scarf and gloves.  I find it hard to imagine how (and even harder to imagine why) people live in really cold climates.

Our walk from Reading to Pangbourne was a relatively short one, though we made a few detours, mainly at both ends of the walk, giving us a total of around 7 miles. Mostly – as you might expect from the name – the path was alongside the river, although we did at one point have to make a rather lengthy detour through a rather boring housing estate at Purley.  And we were lucky it was so cold, as much of the mud that would otherwise have made walking difficult was frozen solid. Otherwise much of the Thames Path is best walked in reasonably dry weather rather than after some of the wettest months on record.


Thames Path at Pangbourne

I can never get too worked up about photographing landscape, and this certainly lacked the spectacular, though I’m not a great fan of that either. But I did rather like the sign on the bridge which states:

 

JUMPING FROM THIS

BRIDGE IS

HIGHLY DANGEROUS

AND

IS NOT PERMITTED”


Thames Path at Pangbourne

Although given the weather I didn’t feel at all tempted to do so.

More from the Thames Path another day.

A New Year

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

I decided to start the new year differently in 2010.  Almost every year this millennium I’ve made a start with the London Parade, a rather curious annual event that started almost 25 years ago, and at least in the early years that I photographed it was made up almost entirely of US teenagers either marching in uniformed bands or jumping up and down to music waving pom-poms. Here’s one I took in the previous century:

© 1999, Peter Marshall
London Parade, 1999

When I first photographed it, quite a while ago, it was called the Westminster Parade, involving only one of London’s three cities but it has since broadened to include not only the other two cities (the City of London and Southwark, south of the river) but also the Greater London boroughs, a number of which now have floats or groups in the parade, along with various other organisations from around the country.  But although 9/11, the London bombings have resulted in rather fewer US kids flying in, others have taken their place to give a more varied event.

It’s also become increasingly controlled, and arranged more for the benefit of a worldwide TV audience than for those watching on the streets, and I’ve found it less interesting to photograph. One of the things that helped to retain some interest was that the parade assembled around Westminster, giving some nice backgrounds for pictures – such as these Morris Men from the London Borough of Harrow:

© 2008 Peter Marshall
Merrydowners Morris from the London Borough of Harrow, 2008

But this year the procession was to go around the route in the opposite direction – apparently the TV companies had pressed for the change as  they had decided it allowed them to show some of London’s landmarks better in their coverage. So rather than starting at Westminster it would be starting on Piccadilly.

Perhaps I’ll photograph it again another year, but once TV gets to call the tune I’m not sure it is worth bothering. I’ve felt that the last few years, though I’ve taken a few pictures I like, the only thing that has kept me going back is that it has become a little bit of a social occasion for some of my photographer friends, where we meet up and go to the pub as the last of the parade moves to the start line.  And I was sorry to miss that, though I imagine there will be a few opportunities later in 2010.

© 2009 Peter Marshall.
Westminster, 2009

My best wishes to all for 2010.  No long list of resolutions for me, but I’m going to try and do things a bit differently to 2009. Time for a change.