Archive for November, 2015

World Press Photo sets Ethics Code

Thursday, November 26th, 2015

Following controversies in recent years over a number of award-winning images it is good to see that World Press Photo (WPP) has come up with a Photo Contest Code of Ethics for entrants to what is the world’s leading competition for press photography.

I applaud too its firm stand against the staging of images and also its prohibition of  “multiple exposures, polyptychs (diptychs, triptychs, etc.), stitched panoramas (either produced in-camera or with image editing software), and pictures with text added within the frame“.

It’s good too that the rules lay emphasis on accurate captioning, but perhaps the best of all is its guidance on the manipulation of images, making reasonably clear – with the aid of video examples the kind of work on images which is permitted and what isn’t.

I’m also pleased to say that WPP allows the submission of images that were taken digitally or on film, including those taken as RAW files. There is no attempt – unlike Reuters’ recent prohibition – to prevent photographers from using RAW.

Reuter’s present their ban as being based on both ethics and speed, but to me it seems to be a deliberate attempt at de-skilling photographers. We know that although jpegs can do a decent job in some situations, when the lighting gets tough and in particular in low light RAW can enable us to produce images that reflect things more accurately and clearly. Not taking advantage of its potential is working with one hand tied behind your back. Thank goodness I don’t work for Reuters.

The guidelines for WPP entrants are more of less those that I work by for press work, though there are some small differences. In particular I think that the kind of perspective alteration (from spherical to cylindrical) I often use to produce extreme wide-angle views would fail their manipulation tests. For me its a transparent operation which serves to make the image more closely represent the scene as I saw it. Again, although it has very seldom happened, I’d see no problem in stitching together two images of a scene if I felt a wider view was needed than one image could provide. Neither of these practices involves any intention to deceive or mislead in any way.

Last Tuesday I went to view the latest WPP exhibition currently on show at the Royal Festival Hall in London. It continues there until 29 Nov 2015 and is open daily from 10.00 to 23.00 and is certainly worth taking a look, with a number of fine images.  If you can’t get to see it you can still see all the winning images on line.

It’s perhaps a rather wider selection of images than in previous years and one I found more interesting in the different approaches shown.  It’s certainly good news that the WPP are taking firm steps to guarantee the integrity of the photography it selects, and I hope their stand will become a benchmark for photographers around the world.

If you wish to enter the 2016 World Press Photo Contest  you must register for access to the entry site between 2 December 2015 and 7 January 2016, 12.00 CET, and submit your work by  13 January 2016, 12.00 CET.  The rules are clearly set out and entry is open to all professional photographers.

Dartford to Gravesend now available

Wednesday, November 25th, 2015

One of the advantages of the hard-copy of my latest book, Dartford to Gravesend is that you get to see the cover properly. Not my greatest design, but it is a panorama that wraps around front, spine and back of the book and begins to make more sense.

You get almost all of the image in the PDF version, but Blurb chooses to put the front cover at the start of the file, and the back cover only comes after another 80 pages, and the small vertical text and sliver of the image on the spine is missing completely.

It would do the ‘perfect’ binding of the book no good at all to flatten it out to view the entire panorama, but you can get a good impression of it. Perhaps I would have been better to have included the image across a double page spread inside the book, but getting images to work perfectly across the gutter is something of a black art, as I discovered when I produced The Secret Gardens of St Johns Wood and Thamesgate Panoramas, both of which required a couple of proofs and subsequent adjustments to get them more or less correct.

I produced the panorama back in April 1986 as four separate images taken on an Olympus OM1 camera using the 35mm Olympus f2.8 shift lens, leaning out over a wall near the top of Lawn Rd. When I returned to that same spot on New Year’s Day 2013 I made a panorama from almost the same position.

What had been the largest cement works in Europe had disappeared, leaving just a muddy hole. Then as in 1986, taking pictures was a little difficult because of the vegetation along the edge of the quarry making it hard to get a clear view.

Today I received a few print copies of the new book, and it was exciting to open them and see how good a job the printer had made of them. I was very pleasantly surprised with the quality, very close to that of the original scans and the PDF.

While my current stocks last, print copies are available direct from me (see details of how to order here) to addresses in the UK at £27.00,  while the PDF remains available (as well as the printed book) on Blurb, where the PDF is £4.99 and the print version £29.99 plus exorbitant postage. You can read more about the book and see some of the pictures in an earlier post on this site. The price will have to go up slightly when present stocks run out.

The first batch of my ‘economy magazine’ on the Poor Doors protests has sold out, but I now have a new batch but the price including UK postage from me is now £7.00. You can read more about the magazine and the protests on this blog.


Winnersh Triangle

Tuesday, November 24th, 2015

I’ve never needed to alight from the Reading train at Winnersh Triangle before. When the station – just a few hundred yards down the line from the existing station at Winnersh was added the media was full of stories about strange disappearances in the Bermuda Triangle, and Winnersh Triangle did seem to be a halt where a few left the train but nobody ever got on. And on July 27th we added to that number, the three of us leaving the train there, along with just one other passenger. I don’t know if she returned, but we didn’t.

Winnersh Triangle is a business estate on a very vaguely triangular area of land between the A329 Reading Road, the A329(M), a mile or so of feeder motorway to the M4 which begins here, and Winnersh Meadows, a smallish country park. Much of it is in the flood plain of the River Loddon which runs around its west and north sides and regularly floods. Viaducts carry the railway and the lead-up to the motorway across the river.

Having something of a penchant for tacky Ballardian developments I would probably have spent some time photographing in Winnersh Triangle itself – and doubtless attracting the attention of its security staff, but my two companions were of a more rural mind, and we set off through the older ribbon of suburbia along the Reading Road to Loddon Bridge before taking a footpath along by the river. Although there had been a little rain recently and we came across a man from the council checking the river – and he was keen to tell us about it. From the sign we could have been walking in a foot or two of water at the wrong time of year.

But very soon we were in green rather than concrete country, even if it was more country park than real country, though later stretches of our walk towards the Thames were in surprisingly remote areas despite being not far from the suburbs of Earley and various suburban villages around. There were a few curiosities on the route we took, including The Museum of Berkshire Aviation and a few miles on a rather deep ford across one of the streams of the Loddon, the Old River.

The depth gauge on that day was only reading just under 2 foot, but it goes up to 6 foot. Fortunately for those on foot there is a narrow footbridge a hundred yards or so upstream, and anyone stranded on the west side can take refuge in the Land’s End pub.  The beer was welcome, though at West End prices, with no competition from Wetherspoons here.

We walked on to the Thames, turning left to sit and eat our sandwiches by the river. There were no other walkers on the path on our side of the river – which comes to a dead end where we had joined it – but we could see a steady stream on the Thames Path along the opposite bank – where we had ourselves walked a few years ago.

The path took us to Sonning, past the home of Uri Geller who has I think since moved out, leaving another poor piece of sculpture on the river bank without planning permission to the disgust of the locals. Sonning is a posh village, for those with expensive tastes (or lack of taste) and includes what must be one of the churches with the richest supporters in the land. But we were made welcome as we looked around and presented with a glossy advert-stuffed church magazine. In Anglo-Saxon times there was a cathedral here, and a Bishops Palace until the sixteenth century.

From the churchyard we took the path to join the Thames Path for the few miles into Reading and the train home. It had been a pleasant walk but rather tiring on my old legs.  More pictures at Loddon & Thames.

All of the pictures were taken on two Fuji cameras, the Fuji X-T1 and the Fuji X-E1, with the 10-24mm and 18-55mm zooms respectively.  Weighing in at around half the Nikon equivalents they were rather easier to carry the dozen or so miles I walked. I had a couple of other lenses too, the 8mm fisheye and the 90mm Leitz Elmar, but don’t think I used either – certainly all the images on My London Diary were taken with the two zooms. Again these lenses don’t add a great deal of weight.

The two lenses are a great pair, with the overlap between the two ranges maening rather less need to switch cameras. Just occasionally that 55mm seems a little short and perhaps the 18-135mm would be better. I’m still thinking about it.

Even the four spare batteries don’t add up to a lot (and I think I used all of them.) But battery life is a big problem with all ‘mirrorless’ cameras, even though I work with the EVF on the X-T1 only switching on when I bring the camera to my eye it doesn’t seem to help much.

Many photographers rave about Fuji colours, but I prefer the Nikon version.With the Fujis  on Provia/Standard setting the colours – particularly the greens – are too intense and always need some adjustment in Lightroom. My best results come from working in RAW and importing into Lightroom with a Pro Neg Standard preset setting.

The X-T1 had also developed a strange pink cast, seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses, which takes some correcting. I found that there is a setting on the camera which allows you to mess up the auto white balance, and somehow this had been changed, although setting it back to zero doesn’t entirely solve the problem, but does make the images more neutral. This change in colour appeared to have happened at the time of the latest firmware update – and I hadn’t made any deliberate changes. But I’ve not heard of others having similar issues.


Doves & Fuji Disappoint

Friday, November 20th, 2015

I can’t remember when I first photographed the annual Italian Church festival in London, one of our older traditions, dating back to when the community around the church in Clerkenwell was given special permission to hold a procession around their parish in 1883. Then a Roman Catholic procession was politically still very sensitive.

The Popery Act of 1698 had tightened the very strict limitations on Catholics, putting a bounty 0f £100 on Catholic priests and providing for the  “perpetuall Imprisonment” at the discretion of the King of priests taking Mass or anyone found to have been educating youths as Catholics. When the Papists Act of 1778 attempted to reduce this official discrimination London saw its worst riots ever with around 50,000 people taking part in angry marches to Parliament, with ‘King Mob’ attacking the homes of wealthy Catholics, embassies of Catholic countries and prisons – both Newgate and the Clink were largely  destroyed – and other targets in and around the city.

It was riot on a scale that makes our current protests look small beer indeed – with just the occasional window being broken, the occasional and possibly sacrificial police vehicle torched and where cereal being thrown at a shop window makes vicious headlines. After around 5 days of mob rule the army were brought in, shooting and killing almost 300. Around 450 people were arrested and later around 30 of them were tried and executed.

The legal discrimination against Catholics (and Protestant dissenters) was reduced by Acts in the 1820s but was only finally removed by the Religious Disabilities Act of 1846. But of course we continue to celebrate ‘Bonfire Night’ on November 5th, though perhaps few of us now remember it as an anti-Catholic event dating from 1605, and by  Act of Parliament until 1859.

It was one of my photographer friends whose father was Italian who first told me about the procession of Our Lady of Mount Carmel and I arranged to meet him there perhaps around 20 years ago, and I’ve met him again there most years since then, taking pictures and sharing a few tumblers of Italian wine in the Sangra.

A rather bad picture of the release of the doves

One of the highlights of the event has always been the release of doves, and it’s something I make a point of trying to photograph. It changes a little from year to year and in most recent years I’ve been lucky in getting one decent image of it.

This year I had taken with me two Fuji cameras, the X-E1 and the X-T1, and most of the time I had the Fuji 10-24mm zoom on the X-T1 and the 18-55mm zoom on the X-T1. There were two releases of three doves, and I’d got in a good position for the first one and was waiting with the X-T1, and I set the shutter to continuous high-speed mode – 8 frames a second. As the lid to the first basket was raised, I raised the camera to my eye in readiness and the electronic viewfinder remained blank.  I just had time to grab the X-E1 and raise it to my eye and get a single image as the birds flew away. But they doves were not co-operating – one was flying low and mainly out of frame, a second was nicely in frame but performing a pancake impression, while the third had soared way up and behind me by the time I pressed the shutter.

My second attempt was slightly better

I saw a second basket and knew I had another chance later. So I checked the X-T1 again and found that the battery had run out – you get little or no warning. I changed the battery for a fresh one – I’d carefully taken 5 spare batteries with me and had checked before going out that all were fully charged . I tested the high-speed continuous mode with a short burst. Everything was fine. But as the dove man got ready to raise the lid of the basket, I put the camera to my eye and … Nothing. The viewfinder was blank. I tried the usual way to unblock the Fuji sulk, switching the camera off, then on. It still didn’t respond. Fortunately the doves were on a go-slow. They were sitting happily in the basket and having a good time, refusing to leave. I had time to lift the X-E1, adjust the zoom to 18mm and make a picture as the doves were persuaded to leave. You can see all three of them in the image – one still in the basket and two in flight (and a small black shadow dove as a minor bonus.) It certainly wasn’t the best picture I’ve made of the release, but at least I had a picture.

I don’t know why the X-T1 let me down that second time, but it illustrates well the frustration I have with what is in other respects a fine camera – with some really great lenses. It’s the same with other Fuji cameras too, though today for once the X-E1 performed without similar hiccoughs. I keep hoping that Fuji will sort out the problems in the next firmware update, but I suspect they are too basic.


Dartford to Gravesend

Thursday, November 19th, 2015

I’ve not been taking many photographs recently, partly because of minor health issues, but also because I’ve been working almost day and night to get another Blurb book finished. I started working on the book ‘Dartford to Gravesend‘ well over a year ago, but it has been slow going, and doing a little bit here and a little there doesn’t really work.

For those who live away from south-east England I should perhaps explain that Dartford and Gravesend are both towns on the south bank of the River Thames, with Dartford just outside the Greater London area and Gravesend a few miles to the east, on the riverside facing London’s port at Tilbury.

My first visit to the area was actually to catch the ferry across to Tilbury in 1981, when a group I was part of had been invited to set up a project there – which never happened. It was 4 years later I returned to the area to take photographs, mainly as a part of a wider project on Britain’s disappearing industries as prime minister Thatcher decided to shift us away from manufacturing. But it was also – as I wrote in South of the Thames in January 2014 – prompted by two books, South East England, Thameside and the Weald, by Roy Millward and Adrian Robinson (1971), which contained a section ‘The cement industry of Lower Thameside’, and the rather more fanciful and poetic ‘Pilgrimage of the Thames’ by writer and illustrator Donald Maxwell (1932) who had begun his own journey up-river at Gravesend. It’s a more satisfactory starting point than the Thames Path which dared not venture beyond the Thames Barrier at Charlton.

Maxwell’s description of the area, written originally for the Church Times and illustrated with his sketches piqued my imagination:
Could our fathers visit Northfleet, Swanscombe and Greenhithe once again, they would simply not recognise them. Modernism has gone mad. Agriculture has fled. The reign of Christ and His saints is over – so he would reason – and Moloch, horrid king, besmeared with blood, reigns in his stead.

He continues in not dissimilar vein, calling it “a Hell that is Dantesque in its picturesqueness and Miltonian in its grandeur” and a page or two later comments “One Day , when the cement industry has left this valley … this district will be called the Switzerland of England, and weekend châlets, each with its aeroplane-landing on the cliff, will look down once again upon green shores and tree-embowered banks.”

After reading this, who could have resisted visiting the area? Back in 1985, the cement industry was still going, but had been rationalised into one giant plant at Northfleet (though that was only working at around a quarter of capacity) and there were yet no chalets.

Now – since 2008 – the cement industry has gone, the chalk worked out. Still no ‘aeroplane-landings’ or ‘châlets’, but there is a vast shopping centre in one disused quarry, a new town slowly appearing in its neighbouring canyons, the high-speed rail between London and Paris cutting through its centre before diving under the Thames and the threat of a vast TV and film them park. Maxwell would still recognise the reign of Moloch.

Of course I’ve been back to the area and taken more pictures since 1985-6 and those in this book. I revisited some parts in the 1990s, and again in the 2000s, with some images in the book Thamesgate Panoramas and in the exhibition Estuary at the Museum of London in Docklands. There are some more recent images on My London Diary, particularly earlier this year from Swanscombe.

As with some previous books, this one is published as a PDF on Blurb. This allows a good image quality (if you own a decent screen) at a price which is fair both for viewers and me at £4.99 – rather than the high cost of on-demand printing which makes a hard copy around £30. On top of that, Blurb uses a high-cost delivery which makes single copies ridiculously expensive. As usual I’ve ordered a small supply for UK customers which will shortly be available to UK customers for £28 including p/p. I’ll post again about these when they are in stock.

I’m also currently working on two further books of pictures from along the south bank of the Thames – and will perhaps later produce some on the Essex bank too. I’ve called this series ‘Thameside’ and although the first to be published, this is Thameside 2. Probably the next to appear – Thameside 1 – will look at the area from Woolwich to Dartford.


Derek Ridgers

Wednesday, November 18th, 2015

It’s good to see one of my old friends – I first met Derek Ridgers almost 40 years ago – getting the exposure he deserves. I knew his work was good when I first saw it back then, and his work was included in a number of group shows we organised together – though none are listed in his Wikipedia entry.

Derek also designed posters for several of them, including a 1984 show at the Orleans House Gallery in 1984 by ‘Group Six‘, led by Terry King, which included the logo he designed for the group:

It was a rather better poster than those I cobbled together for some later of our group shows in which also took part,though the printer I took his artwork to complained bitterly about the large area of black which used too much ink.

Unfortunately we soon had to change the name after some fairly bitter moments that led to us leaving the photographic society we had been a rebellious part of and forming a totally separate group. Among our complaints was the society stealing an exhibition opportunity we had organised with a gallery on the basis of our group’s work to use for an exhibition by the whole society. Among theirs were the acerbic comments that Derek, myself and others made about  club photography.

So we became Framework:

which wasn’t really a logo at all (and apologies for the poor reproduction in a scan from one of the posters which I printed on dot-matrix for a later exhibition – which also included Derek. Among the various shows was

city news urban blues…

in 1988 at the Orleans House Gallery, Twickenham, which you can read more about here in an unfinished web site I began to write about the group some years ago.

Derek’s contribution was:


Photographs of a few of the hundreds of people who are permanently living in cardboard bases now throughout London.

1987 was designated as the International Year of Shelter for the Homeless. All proceeds from the sales of these pictures are to be donated to Shelter.

The New York Times a few days ago published a gallery of 17 pictures from Derek Ridgers’s latest book ‘The Others‘ along with an article Getting Hot and Heavy in the 1980s. You can read an interview with David Owen of IDEA who published it, and a brief review here.

Another book by Ridgers, The Dark Carnival is also published this month and is described as “a darkly fascinating celebration stretching across five decades of London Nightlife’s exuberance and self-expression.”


Sunday, November 15th, 2015

I’ve often been in Paris in November – like many involved in photography visiting the city around the time of Paris Photo, the largest of the annual shows of the photography art market – and I knew that many people I knew would be in the city when I heard the news of the terrible killings there on Friday.

I’d heard the news late, having been busy working on a new book and not keeping up with the news and was on my way to bed when my wife told me about it. She phoned her brother who lives just outside the city with his wife first thing on Saturday to check they were OK. They were; though he had been at a bar on one of the streets where one of the attacks took place most of Friday afternoon, he had left for home several hours before the shootings.

It was a relief too to turn on Facebook and see updates from many of my friends in Paris assuring us all of their safety. Of course it is still a great tragedy but it is good to know that those that you know are safe, though as I write only around 30 of the 129 confirmed dead (with another hundred or so in hospital with various injuries) have been named and there could still be shocks.

Although most reports have said that the attacks occurred away from the tourist areas, there were in the areas of Paris I know best, and where I have often stayed and photographed on my visits there, particularly around the Canal St Martin where the attacks on Le Petit Cambodge, Le Carillon, La Casa Nostra and the Bataclan theatre took place.

One of the pictures hanging above my living room mantelpiece shows a corner of Rue Bichat, though the shootings there took place a couple of blocks south where it meets Rue Alibert. It’s a street I’ve walked down many times and the same picture is also on the front page one of my more neglected web sites,  Paris Photos. Although it has quite a few of my pictures from Paris, particularly my pictures from 1973 and 1984, there are many more I should add.

My thoughts – like so many others around the world – are with Paris and those who have been killed or are suffering and their grieving relations and friends.

Harlem Argument

Thursday, November 12th, 2015

Don’t miss the New York Times Lens feature Gordon Parks’s Harlem Argument written by Maurice Berger, which looks at a show organized by Russell Lord for the New Orleans Museum of Art  in collaboration with The Gordon Parks Foundation and shown at NOMA in 2013-4. You have to register to get access to the museum’s pages about the show, but you can read their press release and articles by John D’Addario and offsite in a blog by John Edwin Mason.

It’s probably best to start by viewing the essay as it was published in LIFE over around nine pages (four double page spreads and two half pages) on the TIME site, – it starts on page 21 of the gallery, and viewed at full screen the text is legible too. The gallery also has separate views of some of the images they used and a few they didn’t, and again has text by Mason.

The New York Times feature comes as the show is open at Vassar’s Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center in Poughkeepsie, NY until Dec 13th 2015.  The essay ‘Harlem Gang Leader‘, published in LIFE Magazine, November 1, 1948 was Gordon Park’s first for LIFE, and although it is a powerful essay, I think it is probably true to say that the photographer lost the argument.  Red, the gang leader Leonard Jackson, as Berger writes:

“was dismayed by the photo essay’s portrayal of him as a slick gangster, living a fundamentally unhappy and lawless life. “Damn, Mr. Parks, you made a criminal out of me,” the photographer recalled him saying after the essay was published. “I look like Bogart and Cagney all mixed up together.””

Gordon Parks devotes a chapter of his autobiography, ‘Voices In the Mirror‘ to the story. At the time he was about twice the age of the teenage gang members he was photographing and impressed them with a flash car he was driving, a Buick Roadmaster which helped him gain their confidence. He also mentions that some of the pictures were taken with the help of an infra-red flash rigged up for him by LIFE and goes on to comment about the editing – but makes no suggestion that Red was dissatisfied with the article. On p110 he writes:

“There had been some contention between the editors and myself during the layout of the story.They had wanted to show Red on the cover with a smoking gun in his hand. I fought against it, even destroyed the negative to be sure it wasn’t used for such a purpose.”

Parks wanted to show a more rounded view of Harlem and the life of the gang members, but he still beleived that the essay had a positive effect, bringing gang violence to the attention of the public and also helping to cut the murder rate in Harlem, as least temporarily. He also recounts how almost 40 years latger, Red got back in touch to tell him he was getting an education and trying to stop Harlem youths taking the road he had.

October 2015

Wednesday, November 11th, 2015

What? Its only November 11th and I’m posting that I’ve finished the whole of October for My London Diary? Yes, thanks to having been a little indisposed for a few days I’ve almost got up to date. So here it is. I’m more or less feeling OK now thanks. Perhaps get back to normal work tomorrow…

October was an interesting month for me. I almost got to be a witness in a trial relating to events I photographed earlier in the year, and it could just have been a trial that set an important precedent in restricting our civil rights. But fortunately it came up in a court that had more sense than to entertain the police nonsense – and was settled without any defence evidence being heard.

Perhaps too things are quietening down a little and I’m also trying hard to cut out some of the less essential things I cover. Certainly there are fewer stories than for some time.


Sotheby’s Party Protest

Tuesday, November 10th, 2015

A sack full of money and an equally fake bottle of champagne for a party-themed protest

United Voices of the World went back to Sotheby’s intending to have a ‘protest party’ outside while Sotheby’s staff were having their staff party before their summer break inside the building. But the police were not in party mode at all, smarting from being given something of a run-around by the UVW at the previous protest.

Of course the union were there for a serious purpose, calling for the re-instatement of four cleaners who had been sacked for protesting outside their workplace calling for proper sick pay, holiday and pension arrangements.  The UVW want the Sotheby’s 4 to be re-instated.

The cleaners are not actually employed by Sotheby’s – so would not in any case have been inside at the staff party. They are employed by a contractor, Servest, but Sotheby’s had refused to let them come into work in the building, effectively sacking them.

Had the police behaved sensibly there would have been a noisy but essentially good-natured protest outside the closed frontage of Sotheby’s, causing relatively little disruption to traffic in the area. But the police came determined to turn it into a battle and to show the protesters who was boss.  As the protesters came up to Sotheby’s they formed a block across the road, closing it to traffic for far longer than was necessary, eventually pushing the protesters off the road onto the opposite side of the street.

Later they attempted to stop the protesters from marching around the block, and again there was a lot of pushing and shoving by police, but the protesters walked around them and went around the block, letting off a couple of red smoke flares as they did so. When they arrived back at Sotheby’s police again pushed them off the road and behind the barriers which had been set up to contain the protest.

The atmosphere, which had started as good-natured was beginning to turn sour. People don’t like being pushed around by police, and when police again tried to stop them leaving the pen for a second walk around the block things got very heated. The protesters seemed to be pushing their way through when more police joined in, leaving the barriers behind unguarded.

People began unhooking them and moving out onto the street and it took a lot more pushing and manhandling of protesters by police to get them back. The police had really lost control, but the protesters weren’t really out to cause trouble – most just wanted an effective and peaceful protest and people just wandered around on the street shouting slogans.

Eventually police reinforcements arrived and brought the situation under control. It looked for a while as if they intended to arrest some of the protesters, but they thought better of it – and it was perhaps hard to know what the charges might be. Eventually UVW General Secretary Petros Elia spoke to one of the officers, telling him that they wanted to bring the protest to an end, and he went to see the officer in charge and the protesters were allowed to march away.

I made my way home, thinking that an essentially peaceful protest had been policed with unnecessary force, and had cost the public several thousand pounds more than had been needed – all because of a little police dented pride.

Photographing such events I need to keep a certain distance and objectivity, which can often be difficult. I also try hard to avoid getting in the way of the police in the discharge of their duty.  Often police don’t want to be photographed and can be unnecessarily obstructive – and I was asked to move back on a couple of occasions during this protest when I felt it was entirely unnecessary – and also got pushed out of the way rather roughly. Annoyingly police often ask photographers and protesters to move ‘for your own safety’ when its clear we are in no way at risk.

More at Reinstate the Sotheby’s 4.