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The Greenpeace Photo Award, sponsored by them together with GEO magazine, gives photographers production grants to enable photo projects which take a fresh look at environmental themes, and publishes the finished projects in GEO and the Greenpeace magazine.

As well as two awards of 10,000 Euros selected by a jury of international experts there is a third of the same value which is chosen by the general public through an online vote, and you have until the end of the month, September 30th to cast your choice.

I’m finding it very difficult to make up my mind, with 11 projects by photographers from Africa, Asia, Australasia, Europe, Latin America, and the US to chose from including several whose work I already know and admire as well as some which seem equally deserving from those who are new to me. As well as the importance and freshness of the projects and the quality of the photographic work, I’m also wondering who the jury are likely to chose and which photographers are probably most in need of the money. Of course all photographers need money, but some more than others.

In the order they are presented on the site, the projects are ‘To Live and to die for the rainforest’ by Marizilda Cruppe, ‘The True Cost of Meat’ by Robin Hammond, ‘Excessocenus’ by Christina de Middel and Bruno Morais, ‘The Profit Corner’ by Mário Macilau, We are dying’ by Rafal Milach, ‘Pollution and Food Safety’by Lu Guang, ‘Drowning World’ by Gideon Mendel, ‘Glaciers’ by Jojakim Cortis and Adrian Sonderegger, ‘The 11th prophecy – Eling’ by Fabrice Monteiro, ‘The Melting of Greenland’ by Daniel Beltrá and ‘Omeede’ by Karen Miranda.

I did download the press images, but with 11 photographers taking part it seemed too many to include in a post here – and you can after all see their work on the Greenpeace Photo Award page where there is a presentation by each of them and if you want to see more use the links at the bottom of each project to go to the photographer’s web sites.

When you have made up your mind there is a large button at the bottom of each presentation, and you can vote on just one of these to register your choice. After you have voted you will be told how many others have voted for the same project as you – but not the votes for the other photographers. When I voted, around 5,500 others had already made their choice. If all the readers of this post voted – usually a similar number – it could really make a difference, but I hope you will look at the projects and make up your own minds – I’m certainly not going to tell anyone who to vote for or who I voted for, at least not until after the results are announced.

Gum and More

Unless you are a gum printer or thinking of taking up gum printing, Christina Z Anderson‘s Gum Printing – A Step-by-Step Manual, Highlighting Artists and Their Creative Practice, recently published – here in the UK by Routledge (ISBN 9781138101500) – might be a rather expensive purchase at £34.99 in paperback or a ridiculous £120 Hardback, but for many of us the more interesting section may be the first chapter ‘The History of Gum Printing‘ which you can ‘Look Inside‘ to read, all except some of the notes.  Perhaps the other part of the book of great interest would be the second section which looks at the work of around 50 contemporary artists.

Anderson’s own work in gum and other alternative processes can be seen in depth on her own web site (and probably most of the others among that 50 – and there is a list in the preview – have work on the web.) The short history chapter has some good illustrations too, and covers the early years of the process well, though there are perhaps some omissions from more recent years, and perhaps just a little American bias.

Although gum – or gum bichromate – was in its heyday in the pictorialism of the years before the ‘Great War’ with the work of Demachy and others, it never entirely died out in the UK and I suspect in other countries around the world. The photographer from whom I learnt of the process and who inspired me to try it was a man called Steinbock, an advertising photographer from Maidenhead who regularly contributed a small gum bichromate print each year for many years to the Royal Photographic Society annual exhibition.  His prints weren’t exciting, but the process he briefly described was intriguing, and he told us it was all very simple, and a few minutes of his talk was enough to send me and two colleagues, Randall Webb and Terry King away seperately to make prints.

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My very first attempt, seen above, a roughly 10×7 inch print of an agave, wasn’t too bad, though many years later it has developed some nasty brown spots. Theoretically gum prints are archival, but in practice this isn’t always so, particularly if stored carelessly. Though I think in this case the problem is with the kallitype I later coated on top of the blue gum.

I made a few more, largely to see how to do it and to have an example or two, including several rather bad versions of a tri-colour print, for use in my teaching, but soon decided gum wasn’t for me.  Terry King, who sadly died last year, went on to work commercially in the medium and to teach a whole generation of printers in this and other alternative processes, running courses both at his own Hands-On Pictures workshops and at colleges and other venues around the UK and internationally. He was for several years the Chair of the RPS Historical Group, organising a number of conferences and in 1997 he founded APIS, the Alternative Processes International Symposium in which has since taken place in alternate years since in either the UK or US.

I suspect that elsewhere in the book there may also be a mention of the Alt-photo-process-list to which Anderson has for some years been an important contributor, as in its early days (it began in 1994) were both Terry King and the late Judy Seigel, who founded the The World Journal of Post-Factory Photography –  you can still download the first issue. Both were opinionated in a medium where there is no right way to do things, and sparks often flew between them – and I got caught rather in the cross-fire.

If you are thinking of printing using alternative processes, I’m sure this book would be a worthwhile investment, as Anderson has made herself a master of these techniques, and has always been ready to share her expertise generiously on the list (and many of those 50 names I also recognise as list contributors.) I’m sure this book will be the best manual available and will probably save you much trial and error and swearing. But you can do what I did, and just play around a little, really almost anything works, and, who knows, you might just find something worth doing that even this volume doesn’t cover.

There are of course different styles of gum print, and if you want to print like King you will find fairly full instructions on his site, though I think several of the suppliers he lists are no longer in business. Elsewhere on the web you will find others who have shared their methods. Most – but not all – those involved in alt-processes are happy to share.  King decided to make a small charge for the details of some of his ‘improved’ processes – though you can find some comments in Mike Ware’s Cyanomicon of how these had been anticipated in the early days and the ‘Rex’ processes seem similar to some I also experimented on with Terry for kallitype and platinum, using a common ferric oxalate sensitizer with a development bath. Though his chrysotypes were considerably better than my rather poor attempt.

There were several reasons I gave up printing using alternative processes. One was simply time –  and I was far more interested in taking photographs than in making prints. More important was that I decided that processes like gum bichromate did not give the kind of results that suited my work, though platinum and carbon printing were far more to my taste.

But then I found I could make better prints using an inkjet printer, as first using John Cone’s remarkable Piezography inks, and later, because I wanted to print colour as well as monochrome, with Epson’s own K3 Ultrachrome. And, if I wanted, I could print on papers very similar to those I had been using for alternative processes.

Die-in for Calais

I don’t like to travel. Perhaps when I was younger it might have been a little different, but now I always like to get back home at night, preferably in time for dinner and a glass or two of red wine, but certainly in time for bed, though when I’ve been out taking pictures I often find myself still working on them into the early hours of the morning.

When in 1983 the Greater London Council under Ken Livingstone fought the  Tory government to bring in zonal fares and the travelcard, it made it possible for me to work in a sensible way all over London. Even when victories like this led to the Thatcher government plunging London into chaos (from which it still hasn’t quite recovered) by abolishing any London-wide government, these transport initiatives remained – while London’s seat of government was sold off as a luxury hotel.

I sometimes tell people that I turned down a job simply on the basis that I couldn’t get to Letchworth on a travelcard; it isn’t quite true – I really turned it down because I wasn’t offered enough to make the extra time and cost worthwhile.

I do occasionally work outside the capital, but only when things interest me enough and when I feel I’m up to it. Even in London I often get tired after a few hours of work and come home missing an event later in the day – when twenty years ago I would have kept going all night. Now I need to get home, take pills, rub on the cream, eat regularly on a suitable diet and keep up the injections.

This is all a very lengthy preamble to cover up me feeling a little guilty about not having been to Calais to photograph the people camped there in the ‘Jungle’. I’ve signed the petitions, made the odd donation, but never actually gone there, though I’ve had the opportunities and invitations. But of course there has been no shortage of photographers who have done so, and sometimes I wonder if it has been too much of a media circus, with some of those living there feeling they are in a fish tank.

I was very pleased to be able to support a protest by some of those who have been going to Calais and taking positive action to support those stranded there – who include several hundred unaccompanied children who actually have the right to come to the UK as they have family members here.  Our government is refusing them entry – and nine months later and after Parliament has said they should be let in is still dragging its feet. A few have now been allowed to come here, but many more remain in the Calais mud.

Government policies under Theresa May at the Home Office and now Prime Minister are quite clearly racist, and driven by pandering to the racism of our right-wing press.

Police stopped the protesters from entering the Eurostar terminal at St Pancras International, and tried to move them away from the entrance, although the police were far more of a barrier to passengers trying to enter than the protesters who made no attempt to prevent them entering.

After a number of short speeches the protesters marched down to the Euston Rd, and then rather surprised the police by rushing down into the Underground, where police again stopped them from entering the main shopping area under St Pancras.

The protesters then staged a ‘die-in’, led by a group with a colourful banner, ACTUP London, a group I’d not met before who describe themselves as “a diverse, non-partisan group of individuals united in anger and committed to direct action to end the HIV pandemic, along with the broader inequalities and injustices that perpetuate it”. Others sat down around them, while speeches and chanting continued. After around 10-15 minutes everyone got up and the protest ended.

Photographically the protest presented few problems, although at times it was difficult with other photographers rather getting in the way – and you can see a few cameras on the edges of some of my frames.  Light levels in the Underground area were reasonably high and unlike most night scenes the lighting was fairly even. I was working at ISO 3200 and ISO 4000 and getting exposures around 1/80 or 1/100 at f5 (with exposure compensation at -0.3 or -0.7 Ev) and the results seemed remarkably good, with relatively low noise and decent colour.

Artificial lighting is often rather a problem with some light sources giving eerie effects, and often scenes have various different colour lighting, often producing rather unnatual effects, but here it seemed very consistent, with a colour temperature around 3700K and needing just a small magenta tint, typically +9 in Lightroom.

You can read more about the protest and see the rest of the pictures at St Pancras Die-In for Calais refugees.
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Nathan Lyons (1930-2016)

Almost the first proper book of photographs I bought when the medium seriously began to catch hold of me was by Nathan Lyons. I’m not sure whether it or Charles Harbutt‘s ‘Travelog‘, both published by The MIT Press came first on my bookshelves. Neither was the kind of book you would find in British bookshops, but Coo Press in London’s Doughty St, home of Colin Osman’s Creative Camera also had a book shop and a mail order service. These first two volumes I almost certainly bought by mail, but in the following years I spent several happy afternoons browsing in the bookshop – where photographers were always made welcome, even those like me who had little to spend.

Notations in Passing – Visualized by Nathan Lyons‘, in the words on hte back of the book: “Snapshots – a series of images – cool – haunting – a modern iconography – a compendium of images by one of the most significant teachers of visual arts – a careful exploration in perception – a series with its own continuity and time relationships – commonplace justapositions – sequences – notations in passing – 96 photographs by Nathan Lyons...” was certainly an eye-opener for me and I think for many ohters.

It’s a book that I can see traces of in much of my own rather different photographic work over the next few years, opening up new possibilities and seeing new subjects. Ideas of framing that still inform my work, moving away from the stultification of the rule of thirds and other nostrums. Using images within images, reflections text and more.

Lyons was one of the great teachers of our medium, but one I only knew in print, and he appears to be relatively little known here in the UK. You can see some of his work on the Bruce Silverstein Gallery site, and read many tributes to him across the web:

Selected Obituaries

In Memoriam: Nathan Lyons, 1930–2016 Eastman Museum;

Tribute to Nathan Lyons, 1930-2016 in’Eye of Photography’ by Bruno Chalifour;

Nathan Lyons, Influential Photographer and Advocate of the Art, Dies at 86 New York TImes;

Nathan Lyons, Photographer, Educator and Visual Studies Workshop Founder PDN.

Meeting Shaker

Progress at shutting down the US prison camp at Guantanamo Bay has been painfully slow, and President Obama’s pledge to close the camp, which has brought shame on the USA has seemed increasingly empty, though not entirely due to him.  There can be few thinking Americans who don’t feel setting up the prison was a terrible mistake, and one that has harmed their country’s standing in the world, as well as increasing the risk of terrorism it was meant to combat.

The whole sad record shamed the US in the eyes of most of the world; the tortures approved by the Bush administration both inside Guantanamo and at Bagram and elsewhere – and the still continuing mistreatment there, the illegal renditions to there which also compromised many other Western countries. Many if not most of those taken there had little or no connection with terrorism, but were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, or had enemies who took advantage of US naivety.

But the whole idea was a contradiction, an attempt to impose law by breaking all the laws which govern international conflicts, and one which made far more enemies. It perhaps wasn’t surprising in that it came from a country whose agencies supported and trained many of those now causing it most grief in the Middle East.

I’ve been photographing London protests against Guantanamo for at least ten years, and they still continue, and will do until the last prisoner is released. In recent years a major focus of many of these was to call for the release of the last Londoner held there, Shaker Aamer, a charity worker who lived with his family in south London and was kidnapped in Afghanistan and sold to the US authorities there.

Recently released, Shaker Aamer attended the vigil outside the US embassy along with six other UK former detainees, and it was a great pleasure for me to be able to meet him, speak with him, shake his hand and be hugged by him.

Ahaker had spent almost 14 years inside the prison – after torture by the US in Afghanistan. In Guantanamo he had been subject to further torture and beatings as well as prolonged periods of solitary confinement. There was never any credible evidence against him, and he was cleared for release under the Bush administration, then again when Obama was in power.

He wasn’t release not for anything he had done in Afghanistan, but for what he had seen and heard when he and other prisoners were being tortured. As someone fluent in English as well as Arabic he served as a translator and gave support to many other detainees. He was a witness who could give evidence that would damn both the US and UK security agents who took part in torture – and they kept him inside as long as they could.

Photographically there were the usual problems of working in the darkness in front of the US Embassy;  I think it has its own special kind of darkness, with just a few areas of brighter light in front of its aggresively ugly facade, surrounded by a tall fence behind which armed police walk up and down.

I used flash with some images taken with the D810 and the 28-200mm in DX mode – and at the longer focal lengths there was no alternative, but it rather spoils the atmosphere of a candlelit vigil, though there are a few images where I managed to get a good balance.

Mostly I was working with the D700, and as well as using the 16-35mm (at 20mm in the image above), there were also some images for which the 16mm fisheye was invaluable, as in the picture at the top of this post of Shaker Aamer lighting a candle. For that, at ISO3200 and wide open at f2.8, the shutter speed was 1/30s and the file was a few stops underexposed! I was holding the camera out low in front of me as I crouched in front of Shaker.

It would perhaps have been good to have the camera in ‘Live View’, but I think the image would have been too dark to be a great deal of use. And I don’t find it easy to get the camera to take pictures when I want it too when using this mode – it really is rather clunky. So I took a number of frames and hoped. Of course it would be hard to miss the main subject when using the extreme wide view of the fisheye, and I hoped to be able to crop the image (after straightening the verticals with the Fisheye-Hemi plugin).

There is another frame along with many more images from the event at Guantanamo 14 Years on and in some respects it is a better picture, helped by a stop more exposure. But most of the time, Shaker was looking down at the candle he was lighting, and you can’t see his face so well.

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My London Diary for July 2016

Only a month late, July 2016 is now completed on My London Diary, and I’m beginning to think about starting August. I’m feeling just a little challenged at the moment about days and dates, realising just after I’d sealed the envelope yesterday that I had just signed several prints and documents and dated them 1/9/2016 that it was actually only the 31st August.

I decided it didn’t really matter, though it perhaps might give the recipient an impression of a far more speedy postal service than we now actually enjoy. Long gone are the days when you could put a postcard in the post at lunchtime to say you were going to be late back for tea that same afternoon.

I started the month with Jeremy Corbyn in Islington, with a picture that attracted some interest on sartorial grounds, with some newspapers suggesting he had been splashing out on a designer jacket, though personally I thought it more likely to have come from an Islington charity shop. The event was against the post-Brexit vote race hate spike, and several other events in the month also reflected the referendum vote, and both this and the continuing attacks on the Labour leader made me and many others reflect on the nature of democracy in a country where the media is largely controlled by a handful of billionaires.

The end of the month was for me dominated by more personal concerns – the funeral of and old friend and my elder son’s 4oth birthday and wedding. I considered whether to include these in my public diary, and have done so because they are of interest to a rather wider circle than those family and friends with whom they have already been shared, but with only a small number of pictures and an invitation to those who want more to contact me personally.

The first picture below shows cleaners and supporters backing the strike by workers at 100 Wood St in the City of London on the 50th day of their strike. I was pleased around ten days later to hear that another protest planned had been called off because the action had been succesful. Obviously the determination of the workers and their union, the United Voices of the World was the major factor in this, but the very public actions like this one, shaming the companies concerned, are important. Protests and the media coverage they can get do work – if not every time.

July 2016

Cambridge, Raihanah & Sam
Solidarity with Rampal protesters


Reinstate the Wood St Two
Sam at 40
Townly’s Funeral


Stop Trident emergency protest
Peoples Assembly/Stand Up to Racism rally
EDL march and rally
Cleaners Flash Mob at CBRE London HQ
End Austerity, No to Racism, Tories Out!
Falun Dafa march against Chinese repression


Defend our NHS
Solidarity for Wood St cleaners
Trident Mad Hatters Tea Party
Disabled PIP Fightback blocks Westminster
NHS Bill protest at Parliament
PIP Fightback at Vauxhall
Harmondsworth Moor


Focus E15 Occupy Police Station


Brixton stands with Black victims
Green Park Brexit Picnic
Europe, Free Movement and Migrants
East End Sisters Uncut-Domestic Violence
Housing Protest at ‘Progress’ conference
Garden Bridge ‘Progress’ protest
End the Israeli siege of Gaza
Stand Up for PrEP!
Blair lied, Millions Died – Chilcot
NUT Strike Day March
Supporters Stand Up for Israel


Al Quds Day March
Arms dealers out of LT Museum
Jo Cox banner of love
16-17 Year olds demand the vote
Rally For Europe against Brexit
March For Europe against Brexit
Love Islington – NO to Hate Crime

London Images

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Marc Riboud (1923-2016)

Everyone will know at least one image by Marc Riboud, even if his name will be less familar outside of photographic circles. He took the truly iconic image of protest against the Vietnam war, 17 year-old high school student Jan Rose Kasmir holding up a chrysanthemum in front of a line of young soldiers with fixed bayonets  stopping the protesters from reaching the Pentagon October 21, 1967. Apart from that, he is best known for his extensive work in the Far East, particularly Vietnam and China, though he photographed around the world, including here in the UK.

Back in 1954, the year after he gave up work as an engineer in a Lyon factory to become a full-time freelance, when Riboud was a young photographer unknown in the UK, his mentor, Robert Capa, who had sent him to London to learn English, came to visit him. Len Spooner, the editor of Picture Post, came into the hotel bar where they were drinking and Capa twisted his arm to give the young photographer a job. The magazine had just completed a series on ‘the best and worst of British Cities’ bu nne of their photographers had wanted to go to Leeds, all thinking it was too depressing. Capa told him that as Riboud came from Lyon, a manufacturing city like Leeds, he was just the man for the job, and Riboud spent three weeks photographing there.

But when Riboud arrived back in London to hand in his pictures, he was met with the news that Capa was dead – and he felt utterly devastated, as he says “like an orphan” and forgot about everything including the pictures he had taken.

A video tells the story of how these pictures, some not even developed, were rediscovered almost 50 years later in a London lab and then became the subject of a project and exhibition in the much changed city where they were taken. As well as in the film, some of the Leeds pictures are on the Magnum website and on his own web site, Mark Riboud – 60 Years of Photography.

Riboud’s explanation of why these pictures were forgotten came in an interview for a video around 50 years after the event, and while it undoubtedly expresses his recollection and feelings, it fails to account for the practicalities. Though the death of Capa (and also that of Werner Bischof, killed in Peru 9 days earlier, the news of whose death reached Magnum’s offices the very same day) shocked the photographic community, but would not have prevented Spooner from getting Picture Posts’s rolls of film from the photographer they had commissioned for an extensive assignment in the Spring of 1954.

Riboud, interviewed in by Russell Miller for his 1997 book ‘Magnum – 50 years at the front line of history’, states he met Capa in London two months after being given the Leeds job (and presumably well after its completion), shortly before Capa left for Japan and the fatal trip to Indochina and late in May. I have no inside information, but it seems most likely that Spooner had the lab develop one or two rolls from the Leeds assignment and seeing them decided to spike the story, storing the rest of the rolls – which the magazine would have owned – in case the story seemed significant at a later date.

Riboud joined Magnum at the start of his professional career in 1953 and   they continue to represent him and have a large collection of images, from early work – including many pictures of London and elsewhere in the UK up until 2006. You can also see his work on many other sites across the web, including Lensculture, American Suburb X and ICP, and there are a number of obituaries already on the web, with more appearing as I write.

Riboud’s family were one of the leading families in Lyon, and his older brothers became well-known in various fields; Antoine was one of the two founders of Danone, Jean became chairman of Schlumberger and Jacques a town planner. Marc took his first photographs with a Kodak Vest Pocket camera that was a birthday present from his father when he was 14. Although after the war (when he was active in the Resistance) he took an engineering degree and went to work as a factory engineer, he soon found his heart was not in the job, and lived for the weekends when he could get out and take pictures.

A chance connection through one of his brothers who had been nursed after being liberated from Buchenwald by Henri Cartier-Bresson’s sister had led to a brief meeting with the photographer, and when he decided he was ready to become a full-time photographer, he jumped on a train to Paris and went to the photographer’s flat – only to be told HC-B was away for six months. He went back again six months later and showed his pictures, and was advised not to leave his profession as an engineer, as photography was such an insecure living.

Despite this, a few months later Riboud decided to leave the factory and went again to Paris, this time searching out another of Magnum’s founders, Robert Capa. It took considerable persistence to find the man, but when he did, Capa looked through his pictures and told him ‘OK’ and he was in Magnum. Things were very different back then.

Marc Riboud died 30 August 2016 following a long illness.

Weekend Photographer

Frank Larson (1896-1964) was not a really great photographer, but was a dedicated and very good one, whose work during his lifetime seems only to have been shared with his family and friends and with the local photographic society, never becoming widely known. After his early death (a consequence of ill heath because his lungs were damaged by mustard gas in World War 1) his negatives, mainly taken with his Rolleiflex, but with a few 35mm, laid forgotten but carefully packed in a cardboard box for 45 years.

In 2009 his younger son’s widow came across them in an attic and showeed them to her son, TV news cameraman/producer Soren Larson, who was “truly shocked at the quality and range of the images, as well as the effort, dedication and love (his grandfather) brought to the task” and realised they were “like a trip back in time, back to the New York of the early 50’s.” He decided to set up a web site to show them “to whomever is interested – lovers of New York, of the decade of the 1950’s, or just those who admire a good photograph.”

Frank Larson spent around 40 years working in a bank, ending up as an auditor there until he retired in 1960. Although he’d been a keen photographer since the 1920s, it was after his two sons left home by 1949 that he bagan to leave his home in the commuter suburb of Flushing at dawn virtually every Sunday and travel into the centre of New York to take photographs. After he retired in 1960, he and his wife moved around a hundred miles away from New York to Lakeville, Connecticut, and his regular photography there presumably ended, so the photographs cover roughly the decade of the 1950s.

Larson’s work was noted on the web and in the press, with an article in 2011 on PetaPixel, and in the New York Times, and an exhibition at the Perfect Exposure Gallery in San Francisco, and in 2012 at at the Queens Museum of Art in Flushing. More recently they have feautred on My Modern Met and Creative Boom.

It would be wrong to think (as a few have done) of Larson as another Vivian Maier, but both of them do illustrate the wealth of ‘unknown’ photography that there is out there, some stored in attics or storage units, but probably most now in landfill (perhaps to be excavated by archaelogists of a future civilisation arriving from a more advanced planet that has avoided the extinction which our own species now appears dead-set on.)

Neither Larson or Meier produced work of any significance in the history of the medium, but both have images of interest. Clearly Maier was a more adventurous photographer, following so many trends, but Larson’s work is that of a craftsman who has found his way to work and sticks with it. I’m not surprised that he did well in some photo club competitions – and I say that both positively and negatively.

I still remember Peter Turner (then editor of Creative Camera) coming to the camera club I was then a rather rebellious member of and being treated with anguished gasps and stony silences as he laid into the works of the most highly respected club members (many with FRPS to their name and several past Presidents of that ancient body) and sheer disbelief at his appreciation of images that had come at the bottom of the member’s votes.

Unlike Maier, there is little or no mystery about Larson’s life and work, no law suits or struggles about copyright and ownership, and relatively little money being made. His grandson, according to the web site, is making and selling ‘archival inkjet prints’ prints (though only to US addresses) at prices that seem very reasonable – less than one tenth of dealer prices for Vivian Maier prints.

Not Notting Hill

Today I’m missing Notting Hill. Not just that I’m not going to London’s biggest annual event, but missing the noise, the dancing, the sheer enjoyment on the streets, the crowds, the costumes, the display, the heady atmosphere often thick with the smell of grass, the alcohol, the energy and everything.

If I went I know I’d enjoy it for a while. Sounds at a level that makes the tarmac throb and your internal organs dance with the beat. So much to attract the eye both in the masqueraders and the crowds. Its perhaps the only truly large event in the capital that retains a lively chaos and anarchy, with large parts of the carnival route full of people rather than sheep herded behind barriers. And while it has become much more commercialised and circumscribed there is just too much energy for it to have been contained.

But I know that before long I’d be wanting to find somewher quiet, to get away from the noise and the crowds. Perhaps half an hour of carnival would be fine, but a day there would wear me out, leave me shattered for days after. I used to enjoy dancing along with the second line with a camera, part of a noisy jostling crowd all having fun, but there are some things you grow out of.

And of course those crowds can be a little frightening, and could set off a panic attack. At times they can be dengerous, though probably your chances of getting robbed or stabbed aren’t a great deal higher than on most other days in London, one of the safer cities in the world. Just that every incident at carnival makes the headlines, while everyday muggings seldom even get a mention in the local.

For years those headlines kept me away from London’s greatest festival, but then I went and saw for myself and for years nothing could keep me away from it, not even the several days of headache and partial deafness that were the inevitable consequence.

If I lived closer, I’d probably drop in for that half hour, join in the crowds at the north end of Ladbroke Grove, and then make my way out. But the trains are in what is now their normal Bank Holiday meltdown, and what would normally be a less than an hour’s journey would today take me twice as long to get there and also to get back.

So this year I took my Notting Hill early, sitting quietly with a can of Red Stripe and thinking about those times I enjoyed in the past. THe pictures here come from a show I was part of in 2008, English Carnival, where you can see a few more of my black and white images from Notting Hill Carnival 1990-2001, along with work by three colleagues from more typically English events.

Of course it is a very colourful event, and it may seem perverse to photograph it in black and white, but doing so enabled me to concentrate more on what interested me most, the people rather than the costumes and razzmattazz, though they are still often there. And I did photograph it in colour too – most years until 2012, and there are colour pictures from most years from 2002 for each August on My London Diary.

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