Category: Events
Fuji X100S, 1/18, f/2.8, ISO 6400
Above all the political analyses, the eulogies and the ‘ding dongs’, a plain but potent statement by the Bishop of London at the funeral ceremony spoke the loudest to me: ‘Lying here, she is one of us, subject to the common destiny of all human beings.’ It is a timely reminder that even the great cannot escape. RAF airmen line the procession route A Royal Marine band plays funeral marches as they lead the procession An RAF officer salutes as the gun carriage bearing Lady Thatcher’s coffin, drawn by the King’s Troop Royal Horse Artillery passes by Onlookers both young…
aka ‘Everything looks better in B&W’, born of a running gag between me and a photographer friend when we went to see the Genesis world premiere at the Natural History Museum. I had a free guest pass sitting in my wallet from years ago. Ten years ago maybe. It had gone flimsy and was frayed at the edges, looking like the piece of antique that it was. The staff at the exhibition counter refused it, explaining that he couldn’t take it for that would be like ‘accepting a fake ticket’. He advised me to try exchanging it for an exhibition…
World Pillow Fight Day (whoever comes up with these things?) at Trafalgar Square. Silly good fun. Lovely weather. Difficult to believe that it was snowing just two days ago. My camera got bashed by an errant pillow while I was shooting, which made the screen hit hard against the bridge of my nose; for a while I was afraid that a nosebleed was forthcoming but the feathers I was breathing in probably saved the day! (There’s some colour inconsistency among the photos since I was shooting with two different cameras.)
I’ve had quite enough of puns today, thank you very much. Easter on Primrose Hill, nothing too eggxotic, but still, quite an eggstraordinary eggsperience! There was the Eggscalibur in the fancy eggdress competition, eggxhilarating games like eggxtreme egg rolling and three-l-egged run – oh you’re in the way, better make an eggscape! All rather eggcellent, eggcept for the weather up there – uneggspectedly eggcedingly chilly, our fingers eggscruitatingly numbed (not eggsagerating by the way).
In the past, I could always rely on good and likeminded company while going on photographic prowls. When I was back in London a few weeks ago, I tried doing my walkabouts solo (more a force of circumstances than preference then), and I find that it’s unlocked a level of confidence that’s allowed me to venture forth more independently and freely. Almost all the shoots, including the coverage of protests and special events, were done unaccompanied. I don’t think I had ever gone on solitary photowalks in Singapore before; last night was my first. Being back on this island, my…
George Orwell’s 1984 leads to V for Vendetta leads to a bunch of Guy Fawkes-masked activists marching on the Houses of Parliament from Trafalgar Square this 5th of November. Lots of discontent, it seems, about the government’s failure to serve its people, the dismal state of the economy and the environment. Also something about the wars, social service, education, and a lot about Cameron; it’s everything rolled into one. “We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us.” Possibly my most challenging reportage coverage yet – a nighttime protest! Again I set out…