‘….Yes that’s perfect! Just move the leg round a little, and bend the knee…..’
The leg was only fifteen inches long and detached from the rest of the body. It was a wooden leg. In the background was a workbench filled with various other body parts. A head on a post, two arms and the other leg. Marionettes reclined on a table to the right, and a small figurine sat to the left. Several sets of wooden beady eyes peered at me. You could be forgiven for thinking I was in Geppetto’s workshop, but I was actually in the office of North London Puppet Maker, Catherine Thomas. Read More
One tripod, one full frame camera, one alarm clock set to 3am, two tired, red, bleary eyes and 888,246 red flowers.
I wasn't quite so enthusiastic about them at first. The first I knew of them was early November, on the daily cycle into the city. Weaving my way through the 'sea of tourists' that had descended on East London to glimpse the 'sea of poppies'; being shepherded and directed by policemen in HI Vis jackets with megaphones. Hastily erected street barriers doing little to stop the flood of people spilling from the pavement. But then after a few mornings of battling my way through the crowds, I relented and thought maybe I should take a look for myself; and I'm glad I did. Read More
With my prized 'point and shoot' in for repair, and no camera to pop in my pocket when I'm out and about on the streets of London, I really had no idea how I'd continue the blog! So I decided to dig through my archives, to see if I could find one picture that might offer some sort of inspiration. Read More
I used love going to Brick Lane on a Sunday afternoon. The laid back bohemian vibe with a mixture of artists, writers and its traditional Bangladeshi Community. Would I have the sweet potato curry or an Ethiopian Injera wrap, from one of the many stalls offering an array of world cuisines at the indoor market. Browsing the oddities on sale at the makeshift market stalls set out on old bed sheets covering the pavement, wondering, would anyone ever buy, one size nine black leather gentleman's shoes, with the lace missing. Read More
A new dawn. A new beginning. Who will take the mantle now. Who will fill those colossal shoes left behind by the man who started life as a shepherd but went on to lead a nation from oppression and racial segregation to democracy and unity.
When I was young my mum took me on holiday to The Gambia. We went on a day trip to James Island. I remember collecting beautiful coloured stones buried in the sand - slave beads - I knew what they were and I felt a connection, but I didn't really understand their true significance. Where are they now? I don't know. But this Christmas I'd planned to go home and sort through old boxes stored in the loft,...I hope I can find them.....
Nelson Mandela 1918 - 2013 Read More
I moved to London because after two years travelling my back
pack was worn out and I had run out of money. Well not strictly true . I
also had an amazing job offer that I
couldn't refuse, working as a photographer at the then Trident Communications
based in East London.
The plan was to travel for a year, 'mata la curiosidad' - get it out of the
system and come back and settle down. But one year became two and when I
finally returned to England, I realised the plan hadn't worked! I still craved
learning new languages, experiencing new cultures and meeting interesting
people from all over the world. Read More
Last night was of the
most incredible and unique nights of dance, theatre and music I have
experienced in eight years living in London. At the same time it was one of the
most frustrating because for once my trusty Samsung Galaxy S3 wasn't up to the
job, and I wished I'd taken my proper camera with me. No disrespect to my S3 as
the lighting conditions were such that many a compact camera would have
struggled. So it was a welcome relief when finally my phone battery 'gave up
the ghost' and I was free to fully immerse myself in the rest of the show.
Look at any recent picture of London City's skyline and
there's one building that stands head and shoulders above the rest. While The
Gherkin ( 30 St Mary Axe) is possibly the most recognized of London's tall
buildings , The Shard is undoubtedly the tallest. Standing at 309 metres it is
currently the 2nd tallest building in Europe( missing out by 30 metres to
Moscow's Mercury City Tower).
Opinions are still divided on The Shard with Boris famously describing
it as 'an intergalatic spear' , whilst Prince
Charles called it 'an enormous salt cellar'.
Love it or loathe it you can't deny The Shard's domination
on the London Landscape. With The Gherkin, The Cheese grater and the Cucumber Tower
to come,how many more vegetables or kitchen utensils will it take before London has a new tallest
building. Who knows? The sky's the
the best light on my morning cycle today ,after meeting a young
friendly web developer from Pakistan on Westminster Bridge. He was walking home
from Elephant and Castle to Basildon!!! after trying his first ever
alcoholic drink and 'some sort of tablet ' he'd been given at the Ministry of Sound, nightclub in London. He didn't
seem worried that it was a 25 mile walk as it '....truely is the most wonderful of
mornings in this beautiful city.'
Pavel , good luck! I hope you make it home!!!
DISCLAIMER - This actually happened on 28th September and not in the early hours
of November 1st( if it had, I fear poor Pavel may have ended up with a touch of
hypothermia on that long walk home!). Read More
..really.Nothing. No extreme weather. No anecdotes of random encounters
with strangers on Westminster Bridge (believe me, I've met some
interesting people on that bridge at 6 o'clock in the morning, but
that's a blog for another day!). Read More
.....This time yesterday The St Jude's Day storm, with its 100mph
winds, was ripping its way across the
South East of England , leaving four people dead , more than half a million
homes without power and a trail of debris in its path. Read More
a photographer there are no excuses for not
getting the shot ( and not getting it sharp!). .But here's my excuse
anyway . The combined weight of me, knees planted on the tarmac and my
Galaxy S3 in hand, were no match against the force 5 gales this
morning!!! Read More