March 2015 complete

I fell asleep around midnight last night trying to finish putting my work from March on to My London Diary, waking with a start to find a black screen in front of me, and when I moved the mouse to rouse the monitor from its dreams, found myself facing a blank page where I’d almost completed the coding. In my daze it seemed something of a calamity.

Fortunately hitting Ctrl+Z to undo my last action – presumbably hitting the space bar with the page selected as I collapsed on the keys – restored my work, although had I been thinking clearly I would have realised that only the few keystrokes I had made since the last saved version would in any case have been lost. But it was certainly time to give up and go to bed. And finish the work the following morning, which I now have. I think there are 40 stories from March, though not all have a great deal of content, and a couple are just pictures from my occasional days off.

But I’m also aware of the many events I’ve been aware of but been unable to cover, invitations I’ve had to refuse because I have to be at another place. We are indeed living in interesting times, and it is something of a curse.

Mar 2015

Another Country Walk
Cross Bones Open Day
Murdoch on Trial – Guilty as charged


Jon Bigger Class War South Croydon
RMT protest Ticket Office Closures


Sweets Way at Annington Homes


Quiet Night at Poor Doors
Occupy Rupert Murdoch
Around Tower Bridge
Arrest Warrant for Rupert Murdoch
John Lewis customers support Living Wage


Stand Up to Racism Rally
Britain First Protests anti-Racist March
Stand Up to Racism March
Great British Tax Robbery
Bermondsey Walk


Poor Doors blocks Rich Door
Unite protest against Benefit Sanctions
Dolce & Gabbana Boycott
Debt Resistance UK #Blockupy solidarity
Free Shaker Aamer vigils continue
Savage cuts to Adult Education budget
Stratford to Hackney Wick
Class War go to Aylesbury Estate
Class War celebrate Election Launch
Class War Chingford Election Launch
Free the Hares boys protest at G4S


Poverty pay at the Royal College of Art
Save Our Lions – ban Canned Hunting
Let Ife Stay in the UK!
Police seize Class War banner
Viking longship invades Tate steps
Climate Change Rally


Time to Act on Climate Change
Poor Doors Zero Police
Aylesbury Estate Occupiers Move
Homeless Persons Matter
Mexican President told Stop the Killing
Shut Down Yarls Wood


Maximus – Same Circus, Different Clowns

As always there are many more pictures from most of these events on My London Diary if you follow the links, and in some cases some fairly lengthy stories.

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Estates of Mind?

In 1951, a part of the Festival of Britain was the Live Architecture Exhibition, on what became knows as the Lansbury Estate in Poplar, and at its centre was Chrisp St Market, the work of architect Frederick Gibberd, the first purpose-built pedestrian shopping centre in the UK.

It wasn’t entirely succesful – and his iconic Clock Tower built as an observation tower soon had to be caged in against suicides, but it was an important statement of a new vision in housing, with huge programmes over the next thirty or so years to provide social housing for the mass of the population, replacing both the areas destroyed by bombing and the decaying streets of jerry-built Victorian slums. There was a national feeling, an urgency that something had to be done about the housing problem, and a consensus that a large part of the solution lay in providing social housing at resonable cost for the majority of the population at least in the major cities.

The problem was also addressed by the New Towns, such as Bracknell, where I myself lived in a Development Corporation flat for several years in the early 70s, but in London and other cities it was an era of large estates, often system-built and with much bare concrete surfaces.

The best of these were architectural gems and masterpieces of design, and while some may have looked they were often spacious and comfortable, offering many residents for the first time the kind of conveniences we now take for granted. But like all property they needed proper management, with regular repairs and maintenance, and in most cases local authorities failed to meet the challenges of ownership, allowing properties to run down. There were sometimes design faults, more often corners cut by the builders and, certainly in later years financial pressures on councils that made their job impossible.

Now the pressures on these estates come largely from the increase in land values and the greed of developers and councils. Many of these large estates are in highly desirable locations, and huge profits can be made by demolishing and rebuilding at a much higher density and to lower space standards for private sale. It’s a process part-fuelled by overseas investors buying properties not essentially to live in but for the capital gains from rapidly increasing house prices, particularly in London. Investment brochures for one block in Aldgate suggested that buyers would see a 35% rise in the value of their flats in around three years- and that prediction may well turn out to have been conservative. But can we afford to let London become simply a proiftable  safe deposit for foreign money rather than keeping it as a living city?

The name of this un-housing game for financiers is ‘regeneration’; a worthy aim announced in the early years of the last Labour government with probably the best intensions that has turned into a nightmare for Londoners on low or middle incomes. But while its first proponents may have been simply naive, it has turned London’s largely Labour councils into villains in league with property developers in boroughs including Labour strongholds such as Newham and Southwark as well as Tory boroughs including Brent and Wandsworth.

We’ve already lost much good, serviceable property, along with some of the best architecture of the era, such as the Heygate estate, where a long process of neglect, demonisation and PR enabled Southwark to sell off the now-demolished estate against the wishes of many of its residents, at a time when many of its buildings and landscape were just reaching maturity.

The Heygate too was one of the starting points for the now rapidly growing protests about housing across London – and which were certainly a part of the reason why Southwark has lost millions on that particular deal. Despite which, they are still going ahead with a similar scheme on the larger neighbouring Aylesbury Estate, currently the subject of occupations and battles between housing activists and security guards aided by police, and where some remaining residents now find themselves behind tall fences in what looks like some kind of prison, having to make lengthy detours and show documents to be let in or out – and to go to the security gates to meet any visitors.

Other protests too have made the news. Some appear to have met with some success – after Focus E15 mothers occupied an empty block on the Carpenters Estate, Newham has now moved a number of families back into properties they had left empty for ten years in their attempt to empty and demolish the estate. New Era tenants evaded eviction before Christmas (thanks to a little help from Russell Brand) with their block being sold to another housing association.

Other protests continue across London, including those over Sweets Way in Barnet, the West Hendon Estate, the West Ham football ground, Cressingham Gardens in Brixton, Fred Wigg and John Walsh Towers in Waltham Forest, the West Ken and Gibbs Green Estates in Hammersmith & Fulham, the Sutton Estate in Chelsea, Guiness Trust on the Loughborough Park Estate,  Northumberland Park and other estates in Haringey, and of course the ‘Poor Doors’ protests at One Commercial St, Aldgate.  Regular readers of this blog or visitors to My London Diary will be aware of some of these.

I began this post at Chrisp St, because I was there last night for the private view of  ‘Estates of Mind‘, a photographic show in which “Six photographers explore various social housing projects from the 1960s and 70s; an era of radical architectural determinism and social restructuring.” (Open between 12-6pm on 9-12 April and 15-19 April.)

The invitation continues with a question “What can we learn today, in a time of great uncertainty in social housing from their successes and failures.” Although there is some interesting photography on display, some of it taken on some of the key estates now under dispute, this is perhaps a question that the show largely fails to engage.

What I found most satisfying were the set of images by Mike Seaborne, who I’ve known and sometimes worked with for around 25 years (including on the Urban Landscapes web site), and in particular his combination of images that he took around the turn of the century with those from this year on the Isle of Dogs. It is perhaps the only part of the show which says something about what is happening through its use of these ‘then’ and ‘now’ views, as well as displaying a discerning choice of viewpoint and an admirable clarity of treatment.

Also of interest to me were pictures by Peter Kyte from Grahame Park in Colindale, North London, Barnet’s largest housing estate on the former Hendon Aerodrome developed in the 1970s and named for aviation pioneer Claude Grahame-White. The estate underwent some regeneration in the 1980s, removing some of the connecting walkways., but its major regenertion began with a demonstrtion phase in 2007, with the first major phase being completed in 2012 and is continuing. The original 18-year programme proposed the demolition of around 75% of the 1777 properties (including the long low-rise blocks of flats that give the estate its character) and their replacement by slightly over double that number of new properties, of which roughly 30% were to be social housing.

Unlike most other work in the show which is largely straightforwardly documentary, Kyte’s work is a very personal vision concentrating on the long dark passageways he saw there, emphasized by heavy printing and by the cropping to a tall narrow format in his 20×12″ prints. The work had a impressive coherency, though I think one that tells us more about the photographer than either that particular estate or the more general problems of housing in London.  I wondered particularly about how his view as a visitor might differ from that of someone for whom the estate was home.

There is also perhaps something of a contradiction in the location of the show, an empty shop made available for the show by the owner, Poplar HARCA (Poplar Housing and Regeneration Community Association) who a few years ago took over the regeneration of nearby Erno Goldfinger’s Balfron Tower (where this group held a show last year) from Tower Hamlets Council. As the Docklands and East London Advertiser reported earlier this month:

It appears that social landlord Poplar HARCA are preparing their tenants in Balfron Tower to leave the building so that the rich can purchase the newly refurbished flats. Another east end community is being destroyed for profit. A sad and insulting legacy to the values of its architect Erno Goldfinger, and that reminds us how little the voice of the powerless are heard, or acted on.

Rather earlier in 2010, Michael Newman had commented on an article in BDonline on the renovation of Balfron Tower:

This article is well written and informative but as a resident of Balfron Tower I want to point out that paragraph 3 is incorrect.

“Once refurbished, residents will have the choice of keeping their heads in the clouds or putting their feet back on the ground by moving into newly built homes elsewhere on the estate. “

At the moment HARCA has informed residents of its aim to refurbish and to empty the building to do so, but has failed to mention the choice of returning to their homes.

It appears that HARCA and those partners it is working with are forcing the present community in the Tower to leave their homes and never to return. So much for the values of social housing, for helping communities, and for a ‘Golden Future’ for the Tower and its inhabitants.

It looks like HARCA will refurbish the Tower, will sell off the flats and as usual the rich and so-called cultured will buy the right to ‘homes in the sky’.

I wonder what Goldfinger would think of HARCA’s guardianship of his building, and the council who historically were brave and fought for rights of its people.

Housing is a vital topic, particularly in London, and one which has, largely through the efforts of various protest groups, and marches such as January’s large ‘March For Homes‘ forced itself onto the news agenda. It’s good to see photographers and shows tackling it, but I would like to see ones that perhaps incorporated rather more thought and provoked it for those not already involved in the issues.

Lambeth Night

Covering the protesters outside Lambeth Town Hall on the evening that the borough council was voting on £90m cuts in local services provided some intensive testing for my Neewer 216 LED lighting panel and also for my flash technique. The Newwer perhaps did rather better.

The steps into the council offices on the corner of Acre Lane in Brixton should be a relatively well-lit area at night, on the junction of two major inner city roads, but it seemed surprisingly dark, and there were certainly some very gloomy areas in the crowd, both at the council policies and also in terms of luminance.

I started out working with the Neewer unit with both the D700 and D800E, holding the unit in my left hand and directing it appropriately. I’d decided to work with the orange 3200K filter, hoping it would work better with the ambient street lighting, and with that absorbing around a stop of light I was able to work at ISO3200 and shutter speeds around 1/30s with an aperture of f4 (the 16-35mm wide open.)

It was that slow shutter speed that caused most of my problems, with many images having the people blurred. But enough managed to catch them withoug subject movement for it to work well, at least until I wanted to photograph anything more than three or four metres away. Even then with some images, the extra light in the foreground was useful.

Working at f4, even with a wide angle, depth of field can be fairly limited, especially when working at close quarters, which is of course sometimes a good thing. But its better when you have enough light for this to be a choice rather than an imposition.

With the D800E and the 18-105mm lens I soon switched to using flash, particularly for the speakers, who were a little far away for the LED light, and where animated gestures would have otherwise been a blur.

I’m not sure why, but it was the flash images that gave me the most exposure problems; some days I just don’t seem to be able to get the flash to do what I want, and many were considerably underexposed. When you get it right, the Nikon flash system can work wonders, but there seem to be quite a few quirks that can easily fool the occasional user like me.  Lightroom was able to save the day on most of them.

Towards the end of the event I switched to the 16mm fisheye on the D700 to photograph some wider views. Although the Neewer only gives even illumination over a fairly narrow angle, with fall-off becoming fairly noticeable at any focal length less than 35mm, it was still useful, enabling me to light the darkest parts of the 146 degree horizontal angle of view. There were some fairly wide variations in lighting across the whole of that scene, and angling the light into some of them gave me a usable result.

With many of these images, consderable post-processing was needed in Lightroom. The images needed rather more overall luminance noise reduction than my standard setting, along with quite a lot of dodging and burning to even out the lighting. Different light temperatures in different areas also got some attention. I can’t say that the colour is perfect, but technically – thanks to Nikon with some help from Lightroom I find the results impressive. Certainly nothing like this would have ever been possible with film. You can judge for yourself at Lambeth against £90m cuts.

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Staines Easter


Swan Upper and Easter ‘Dawn’ Service by the Thames at Staines
Sunrise was supposedly at 6.29am in Staines where I live this morning, although the sun didn’t manage to show its face until a brief break in the clouds close to 9am. However it felt rather early when I got out of bed and onto my bike to cycle unsteadily through the empty streets (one stuttering motocycle, a paperboy on his bike and a single car on the main road) to the riverside car park where a small group of local Christians were assembling an hour late for a dawn service.


aster ‘Dawn’ Service by the Thames at Staines

Christ is Risen!” rang out over the open space (we got it in Greek too, though that was a week early) and around 20 voices responded “He is risen indeed!” and the service continued with hymn, songs, prayers and testimony , before most of those present continued their fellowship over a shared breakfast at the local Baptist church, which I was sorry to have to miss.


Roman Soldiers from ‘The Staines Passion’ at the Good Friday service
Easter is becoming more visible in Staines, with a procession through the town to a service in the local shopping centre on Good Friday, handing out free hot cross buns with a message on the serviettes, and two large open-air performances of ‘The Staines Passion’, a dramatised recreation of the Gospel stories on Holy Saturday, which this year I missed, though I did photograph it last year. Many of the cast were at the Good Friday procession, some in costume, and they performed a short version of the Last Supper and the arrest of Jesus as a trailer for the main event.


Jesus and the disciples from ‘The Staines Passion’ performing the Last Supper
Back home it was time for more hot cross buns (I prefer them cold and with a bitter touch of good marmalade) and Easter Eggs. And perhaps later a good walk after I’ve recovered from that early rising.


A scene from the 2014 performance of ‘The Staines Passion

Firefighters on Strike


D700, 16-35mm, 16mm

Although I’d known that the Fire Brigades Union were on strike and having a conference in Methodist Central Hall, just a couple of hundred yards from Parliament, I hadn’t come to Westminster to photograph them, but another protest taking place nearby. So it was something of a bonus to come across them sitting and standing in the roadway in front of Parliament. Apart from anything else it made it easier to cross the road!

I’ve long felt that Parliament Square should be improved, and one of the major improvements would be to take away the traffic, at least from the roads on two sides of the square, between it and Parliament and Westminster Abbey.  It just isn’t a good idea to have one of London’s major squares as a traffic island.

But the firefighters obviously have good reason to be upset, with promises clearly made to them having been broken, and I wasn’t surprised that they came to show their anger. Nor that police were treating their protest in an unusually relaxed fashion – they share a common bond with their fellow emergency workers and also many of them feel they too have been shafted by the government. And certainly it would be unwise to tangle with the firefighters, who are undoubtedly fitter and tougher than the average police officer.

It was too and almost perfect winter day for photography, with great light and good clouds, with a literal grey cloud over Parliament as well as a metaphorical one in front of it. I’ve always liked open shadows in my images in both black and white and now in colour, and the combination of Nikon sensors  and lenses with Lightroom 5 perhaps sometimes tempts me to take this to extremes.  The 16-35mm, here used at 16mm, f10 with a shutter speed of 1/400 at ISO 640 is a very sharp lens. Every slate on the roof at right is clearly defined and at 100% on screen the 4256 x 2832 pixel original processed with my standard noise removal and sharpening defaults seems noise free.

I’d arrived at a point where the protesters were uncertain about their next move, had missed the excitement of the marching on to the road and occupying the space. The grey of the roadway is a great background on which the individuals sit or stand, setting off their colours, which are perhaps just a little more saturated than real, the yellows, browns and reds of the jackets, warm colours that cluminate in the flames of the banner, set against a blue background and the blues of the working jeans.


D800E, 18-105mm DX, 24mm (36mm eq)

I took more pictures – you can see some of them in Striking Firefighters block traffic – and then photographed them as they made their way up Parliament St to Whitehall, stopping outside Downing St.

Things were rather crowded and chaotic there, and it was difficult to make pictures as both firefighters and other photographers filled any empty space.


D700, 16-35mm, 16mm

At Downing St I kept my eye on FBU leader Matt Wrack when he came to the gates, wondering what he would do next. As he moved around I tried to keep in a position where I could see his face, while also taking pictures of the firefighters who were crowding around him and shouting towards Downing St.


D800, 18mm (27mm eq)

When a police officer pushed his way through the crowd to speak with Wrack, I was at his side. Perhaps ideally I would have been a little further back, but I was wedged firmly in place, hardly able to move an inch in any direction, though just managing to have enough space in front of me to work with the 16-35mm.


D700, 35mm

I took what I thought was a rather nice series of photographs of the encounter, although all seen from that single viewpoint. It was as Wrack commented a surprisingly polite encounter with the officer asking what the firefighters wanted to do, taking down Wrack’s mobile number and then going away to see if he could arrange for someone from Downing St to come out and meet with the firefighters as requested.

By this time I was worried about missing the event I had actually come to Westminster to cover, and though I was in an interesting position I decided to leave. It wasn’t easy to make my way out through the dense crowd, but they were good-natured enough to squeeze out of my way.


D800E, 32mm (48mm equiv)

When I got as far as the gate leading into Downing St, a few yards down the road, I decided to go through it. I didn’t want to actually go inside as nothing seemed likely to happen there, and it involves and airport-style security check (those without a Press card have to apply days in advance and bring a passport) and I avoid it unless I really have to, but going just a little way down it did allow me to photograph the crowd from ‘inside’.

Had I stayed there any length of time, I think the police would have ordered me out, but I was able to take a few pictures and then move away without problems.

Striking Firefighters block traffic

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To the Tower!

I think the image above captures something of the atmosphere of the march by Class War from ‘Poor Doors’ at ‘One Commercial St’ in Aldgate to the building site at ‘One Tower Bridge’, which as its name suggests is next to London’s trademark structure. It was an interesting event in several ways, and you can read more about it and see more pictures at Poor Doors to Rich Gardens on My London Diary.

The Exif data also makes interesting reading, at least for photographers, and here is a summary, copied with minor editing from viewing a larger copy of the image in FastPictureViewer Pro:

1/60s, f/4.5, ISO 3,200, -2.3Ev
Mode: A, Meter: Matrix, Flash, Auto WB
Focal: 18mm, 19/02/2015 18:46:20, Adobe RGB (1998)
15.4MP (4,800×3,200) NIKON D800E, 18.0-105.0 mm f/3.5-5.6, (C)2015,Peter Marshall

You can see that I was working in aperture priority mode, which surprises me slightly, as more often at night with moving subjects like this I use shutter priority, setting a shutter speed that will let me control the blur from ambient light, or more often still, manual, so I can chose both aperture and shutter.

The DX lens at 18mm has a maximum aperture of f3.5, so I had chosen to stop down by almost a stop, probably to get a little more depth of field. My focus was on the central figure, perhaps around 2.5 metres away, which would render anything from around 1.5 to 8m sharp at f4.5, while at f3.5 this would only have been from 1.7 to around 5.5m.  Or perhaps I just felt that most lenses do get noticeably better if stopped down one stop (or usually better still two.)

With the camera on A setting (aperture priority) the camera selects the shutter speed, and it seems to do so on the basis of the ISO and the +/- Ev setting when I test. So ISO3200 and -2.3EV should I think mean it was actually using ISO 640, but the actual results are very different from those at that setting.  But I give up trying to work these things out, just set things up and alter the exposure compensation until things seem to work. At night you always need a stop or two compensation or the camera will make it look like daylight.

Of course using flash I could have stopped down more. The SB800 I was using is a reasonably powerful unit, and had I left the camera on P, Nikon would have had me using it at a rather ridiculous f10, and the picture would have been a dismal failure with little or nothing visible behind the front trio.

It’s also a picture that needed considerable post-processing. The figure at left was rather close to the flash and needed rather a lot of burning in. The other two close figures also needed some, and parts of the subject further away needed to little brightening.  Almost all flash images need some help in this way to get closer to how the scene actually appeared.

Another problem in using any light source at night is colour temperature. Flash is daylight balanced, and the ambient light seldom if ever is. In some pictures the difference isn’t important, but in others it becomes very noticeable. Occasionally it’s an interesting effect, but more often a distraction – and one that can be overcome with a little post-processing.

Flash also produces an unnatural effect in this image with a number of translucent white spots of varied sizes – for example between the skull and the W on the banner at the right of the picture. These are reflections of the flash from out of focus rain drops. It isn’t really something that was a part of the scene, but an artifact of the way that the image was produced, and although the WPP or Reuters might not agree, I’d have no compunction about removing any of them if I felt they obtruded on the image that I saw when I made the exposure. But fortunately I don’t feel they do in this case, they are just one of the happy accidents of the medium that I embrace.

I chose the second image here partly because I thought it would be nice to have one of Tower Bridge.

It shows Class War blocking the bridge with flaming torches and with two banners including the ‘Political Leaders‘ which on a later occasion the police seized. Again, here’s the Exif data:

1/50s, f/4, ISO 3,200, -0.7Ev
Mode: M, Meter: Matrix, No Flash, Auto WB
Focal: 29mm, 19/02/2015 19:09:53, Adobe RGB (1998)
12.1MP (4,256×2,832) NIKON D700, 16.0-35.0 mm f/4.0, (C)2014 Peter Marshall

The 16-35mm is pretty usable wide open, and there was no reason to stop down. Although this was taken without flash, I was using additional lighting, otherwise the banners and the faces in shadow were rather dim.  Although I’m really a little out of range for the Neewer CN-216 with its 216 LEDs, it has done just enough.

It isn’t the sharpest image I’ve ever taken, but just sharp enough, with just slight problems caused by subject movement at 1/50s.

You can find the CN-216 (sold as Neewer, NanGuang and other brand names) on Ebay for £25-30 (or you can pay more) and it has a smaller and some larger brothers. I’ve tried a CN-160 which is nicely small (it fits in my jacket pockets) but the extra power of the larger CN-216 seems just worth having. The CN-304 probably gives a little more light still, which would be useful, but is significantly larger and heavier. (They also make yet larger and yet heavier versions branded EPHOTO which might be worth investigating for studio use.)

The CN-216 seems very useful used at ISO 3200 within 2-3 metres of your subject, and with the diffuser in  place gives reasonably even lighting for a 35mm lens. Fall-off is noticeable with real wide-angles, but that isn’t always a bad thing, and like lens vignetting can usually be compensated for in post-processing if necessary.

Light output is controllable by a dial, which is also the on-off switch. I’d prefer it to have a separate on-off switch as, having to rotate it to full power for almost every use is annoying. The switch is also rather easily knocked on while in your camera bag and will then run down the 6 AA batteries – though supposedly they last for two hours. I now tape down the switch in transit, moving the tape to an adjacent part of the body while the unit is in use.

You can fit the unit into a hot shoe, or simply hand hold it, which gives more control over the lighting. The hot-shoe mount is a little flimsy and only allows up-down adjustment, but I find it handy to park the unit on top of the camera.  The light comes with two filter sheets that slide over the top, one a clear diffuser to give 5600K daylight and the other amber giving 3200K. Probably the amber is more useful in terms of colour balance, but it does absorb a little light.

I’m unconvinced the diffusers give a greatly more even spread of light. The clear diffuser cuts down the light by around 2/3 stop and the amber by around another stop, so it might well be better to use the unit without either.

All of the pictures in Poor Doors to Rich Gardens were taken either with flash or with the CN-216, though in some the flaming torches were often themselves a significant light source. Getting detail in the flames and in the subject can also be rather tricky!
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1000 Words

There are quite a number of things of interest in the current issue, No:19, of 1000 Words. Peggy Sue Amison‘s interview with Ken Schles about his Invisible City/Night Walk is certainly one, and certainly some will enjoy the rather curious work by Nobuyoshi Araki in his ‘Marvelous Tales of Black Ink‘, reviewed by Ivan Vartanian, though it and some of the other photography isn’t particularly to my taste.

There is also a review of a book that I’ve bought, Laura El-Tantawy‘s ‘In the Shadow of the Pyramids‘, an intensely personal view of Tahrir Square and the 18 days there in January and February 2011. It is an interesting book but perhaps one that is rather more personal than Gerry Badger’s review suggests. This isn’t as he says a photobook to do justice to ‘one of the most important manifestations of dissent within the Arab world, the ‘Tahir Square’ revolution‘ but a very personal document centred around this. It’s also a book where the design, sequence and layout play a vital point, something which is lost in the presentation here. It really needs a proper ‘book preview’ to do it justice rather than just a set of images.

But perhaps the most interesting article to me was an interview with Francis Hodgson, Photography Critic for the The Financial Times and much more, and in particular his discussion of how “we decide what is ‘good’ in photography“, or what matters, along with some interesting thoughts on photographic publishing.

Greek thoughts

Let Greece Breathe! was a fairly busy event, with quite a few  photographers and videographers and fairly crowded, making it difficult to get exactly in the places I would like to have been.

Video and still photography have very different requirements, and sometimes this can be a problem. Video generally works best for most things when the camera is static for fairly long periods, at least much of the time, preferably on a tripod. In contrast, being in the same place for long as a still photographer is generally a bad thing, leading to too much repetition in your images. Even for simple things like photographing a speaker, its usually good to be able to vary the background. Composition is I think generally far more important in still images than in video.


At this event it was difficult for still photographers to move around without getting in the sight lines of a couple of video crews from foreign TV; it would have been easier had they set up closer to the tape separating the audience from the speaker. Though I tried hard not to get in the way I think that Greek TV viewers will have got the occasional view of my slightly bald patch on their screens.


To keep out of the way of the TV cameras I spent rather too much time close to one of the two speakers on stands at the front of the audience, and it was loud enough to probably damage my hearing and certainly to give me a headache – after a while I simply had to move away.

One of the things I try to do is to find an idea and then to pursue it until I’m happy that I have captured it (or sometimes simply have to give up.) One of the things that I noticed at this event was a Syriza poster of Alexis Tsipras with his head at roughly life size, and I tired to use this in pictures with the heads of real people, three of which you can see above.


Another little series of images was of the various speakers with the Syriza symbol on a flag behind them. This was made a little tricker as the flag was being waved around, and flags are in any case often something of a challenge as they get blown around – or simply droop when you need them to fly. Add to that the need to catch the speakers in interesting or dramatic expression or gesture – and with their eyes open and you have a challenge.

There are a few more of these and some variations in Let Greece Breathe!

A different challenge was posed by a line of people on the steps leading down into the square from the North Terrace where the rally was held. If you approached too close it was difficult to get the whole message, while if you moved back, someone was almost certain to get between you and the message.

Often in situations like this the 16mm fisheye with its 146 degree horizontal angle of view solves the problem of getting close but getting everything in the view. But in this case I didn’t find it entirely satisfactory. Although the verticals are straight (thanks to the FIshEye Hemi plugin) I find the curvature of both the step at the bottom and the roofline a little distirbing. It is possible to remove these but only at the expense of some rather curious heights of the people across the central row who would get considerably taller towards the edges.

I tried with the 16-35mm, both from a fairly central position and also form one side of the othere, but was even less happy with the results and none of my attempts appear on line (though a long line of photographers was busily taken them from there.) But later I did go some way futher down into the square, far enough back to take a picture at the wide end of the full-frame 70-300mm. There are a lot of people in front of the message, but they appear less imporant from a distance. Possibly going even further away, particularly if I could have got a little height from climbing on to the plinth of Nelson’s column, would have given a better view, but the people put down their letters and dispersed before I had time to try it.

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Funny Valentine

One annual event I always enjoy as well as photograph is the annual free Reclaim Love Valentine Party around the statue of Eros (well it isn’t really Eros) in Piccadilly Circus. Irish (or Irish/Indian) poet and love activist Venus CúMara (“nomadic lone wolf, poet, musician, songwriter, and storyteller“) began these events back in the early years of this Millennium and they have taken place every year since both here and elsewhere around the world.


Venus CúMara

I missed the first Reclaim Love event, which was in Trafalgar Square, as I spent Valentine’s Day in Paris in 2004, but was there for the first party at Eros in 2005, and have photographed the events every year since, including the one year that Venus was unable to attend and was organised by her friends. And it’s an event I have the t-shirt for, as in the early years they were given away free. One of my sons also has a pink one I gave him which he sometimes wears, with its winged heart on the chest and the message ‘May All The Beings In All The Worlds Be Happy And At Peace‘ on the back. I have a rather more tasteful pale blue version, though it is seldom seen in public.

Every year is different, although they follow the same basic pattern, with samba and dancing, people dressed up and in the middle of the afternoon everyone linking hands in a giant circle to chant the mantra above. Everyone except a few photographers like me, who run about dementedly trying to photograph the event. And while I may have a certain sceptism about the “Massive Healing Reclaim Love Meditation Circle beaming Love and Happiness and our Vision for world peace out into the cosmos” it’s always an impressive event.

With all the commercial promotion of Valentine’s Day it would be hard to miss – though the party is on the nearest Saturday rather than the day itself. And the party is a reaction to that commercialisation, a celebration of love rather than money. Venus, when asked where she is from has said her place of origin is Love, and the Reclaim Lovemovement aims at restoring the true and infinite meaning of Love as a force for inner and outer change.”

This year was ‘Reclaim Love 13‘, though as the 2007 event was billed as Reclaim Love IV, I think it is only the 12th. The party is also an ‘unofficial’ event, and though Venus and friends certainly do some planning and reminding people to come and take part there is a great deal of spontaneity about the event, people coming and doing what they want to do. Some of those who take part know and some have come a long way across the country, but others come across it by accident, with tourists and shoppers joining in.

The police and security in the West End generally ignore it, or take a look to see what is happening and then go away -though obviously they keep an eye on it through CCTV – the party is after all more or less on top of London’s nerve centre for surveillance, the London main CCTV control room. They have intervened when people have climbed right up to Eros – it isn’t the most robust of sculptures, and there was a little trouble one year when the circle took place a short distance away in a ‘sacred circle’ of trees in Green Park – such things are not allowed in Royal Parks.

This year the weather was not too kind, and it was dull with the odd spot of rain in the air as people gathered for the party. I’d started working at ISO 800, but soon had to put that up to ISO 1600 and by the time I left, shortly after the big meditation circle around Piccadilly Circus I was needing ISO3200 to stop the action. Night was falling a little faster than normal with some large dark clouds, and when the rain began to fall I decided it was time for me to go.

I was a little disappointed with the pictures. Perhaps it wasn’t quite such a lively event as some earlier years – and poor weather has an effect on everbody, partygoers and photographers alike. I think it’s still a reasonable picture of an interesting event in the London calendar, certainly rather more interesting than many if not all that make either the tabloids or the Tatler. You can see my results from this year at Venus CuMara Reclaim Love 13 at Eros, as well as those from previous years (sometimes you will have to scroll down on the linked page to find the pictures.):

2005:  O-i-L, One in Love, Reclaim Love
2006:  One in Love, Reclaim Love
2007:  Reclaim Love IV
2008:  Reclaim Love
2009:  Reclaim Love
2010:  Reclaim Love
2011:  Reclaim Love
2012:  Reclaim Love
2013:  Reclaim Love
2014:  Reclaim Love

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Truce Over – It’s War!

Last year I photographed around 20 protests by Class War outside a prestige block just to the east of the City of London, called One Commercial St. The recently built block contains a supermarket, a betting shop, a hotel, an entrance to Aldgate East Underground station and more, including car parking and both expensive private flats and some managed as social housing by a housing association.

Class War started their protests at the end of last July, and kept them up weekly – with the occasional extra special event until almost the end of November. Like many others they were appalled by finding out that while the residents in the privately owned flats had a posh entrance on the main street – Whitechapel High Street – into a comfortable lounge area with a 24 hour staffed reception desk, those in the social housing had to go down a dirty and dimly lit alley at one side of the block to a door with a card entry system into a long blank corridor with just a block of mail boxes. When I first went down it, the alley was strewn with rubbish and smelt strongly of urine. Because the entry system was broken, the door to the block was not locked and anyone could walk in off the street. Apparently too, there had been problems with getting repairs to the lift, and the flats are up on the 10th floor and above.

Increasingly this kind of social segregation is being built into new blocks where the developers are forced to include some element of social housing, and the protests by Class War are just one of several that have served to bring this to public attention and fairly wholesale public condemnation. It reeks of the separate entrances for servants and workmen that have now largely disappeared from houses and workplaces. Most feel there is no place for separate doors for rich and poor in our country today.

Its also a part of a larger movement over housing, particularly in London, where former working-class estates and areas are increasingly are subject to a so-called ‘regeneration’, which involves evicting the working class tenants and lease-holders, and either demolishing and rebuilding or refurbishing the properties for sale or letting at ‘market rents’. Many of those buying these properties are overseas investors who may not even live in them, instead seeing a good return on their investment as London house prices continue to rise – particularly in places such as One Commercial St, close to the Crossrail development. Investors are told they can expect a 35% price increase by the time Crossrail opens in around three years.

Local residents – both those whose families have lived in the area for generations and more recent migrants to the area – cannot afford either the market rents or the so-called ‘affordable rents’ which are often around 80% of the market rate.

The process of regeneration was started, perhaps with good intentions, by the Labour government in the 1990s, but was poorly thought out – and the developers have managed to run rings around even the best intentioned councils. But most London councils have colluded with the developers – and often led the process of getting rid of their less well-off residents.

In November, the flats were sold by developers Redrow to Taylor McWilliams, and the new owner contacted Class War and offered talks to try an solve the problem. It seemed to me that relatively minor interior building works could have allowed all tenants to use the front entrance. I’d walked inside the block between the two sides myself, between separate lifts on the ground floor of the building when I was given a tour by one of the owners of a flat on the rich side. Class War were hopeful of a satisfactory settlement.

The meeting, when it came, was a shock. McWilliams told Class War he wasn’t prepared to make a single entrance so that everyone could enter from the front street. Complete intransigence. Class War told him what they thought and announced the protests would re-commence. They started with a short detour from the March for Homes at the end of January as it was going past the building, but the protests began again properly on 12th February, and are continuing every Thursday evening, from 6-7pm.

Like Class War, I was very disappointed by the response, and also as a photographer,  covering a regular protest like this presents problems. How do you keep going back to the same place  – and largely the same people – and making pictures that remain fresh?

There have been some minor changes. As you can see when the protesters returned there was building work taking place in the alley, and it is now rather more pleasant, and what was stygian is now well lit.

There are also some new protesters – with various groups including the 161 crew of Polish anti-fascists shown here holding what I euphemistically call Class War’s ‘Political Leaders‘ banner.  More about this banner in a later post, but while it is certainly in bad taste, most people seem to have a very positive reaction to it, often pointing and laughing. It’s certainly meant be and is provocative.

Class War does inject a certain amount of fun into politics, dealing with serious issues, but doing so in a theatrical way. But although I quite enjoy going to their protests, trying to cover them every week is sometimes difficult. I don’t really like working in the dark either, having to use flash or other artificial lighting much of the time. Even on a reasonably well-lit street parts of the pavement are pretty dark.  I’ve started using a LED light with the D700 (not least because it is now totally unpredictable with flash, suffering from old age) but that certainly has its limitations, and even at ISO3200 many images are blurred by subject movement. Again this is something I’m still not quite sure what I think about, but I will try and write more about later. Sometimes I seem to get some good results.

This is a project I’ve committed a great deal of time to and I hope to see it out.

More at Poor Doors Truce Over – It’s War! and of course in the following weeks.

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