Posts Tagged ‘b&w’
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…
The final part of the series. These are from Deepavali day itself, the arvo following the previous parts’ night shoots.
The black and white selection from last night’s walkabout. No difficulties getting smiles there!
At Central Saint Martins. There was another lady prowling about the campus with a DSLR; this being an arts college I suppose people’d be used to seeing weird photographers lurking around…
Despite the countless number of times I’ve been to Chinatown, I don’t believe I’ve done any streeting there before. I wasn’t expecting to get away with much when I took my camera out of my bag, but the outcome has proven me wrong. Bolder, closer, and hopefully better? And I was hardly shooting deliberately, just quick snaps here and there as I passed through on an errand. At Covent Garden, a Chinese-looking cleaner was standing by his cart of junk cardboard, watching a busker. He had the most cheerful, carefree face, despite the nature of his job. He was like…
Ah, fog. It was either a river shoot, or the deer. I couldn’t pull myself out of bed in time for the commute to Richmond Park, so Waterloo it was. I also didn’t feel like lugging my full kit around so I brought along just the X100. Typical touristy haunts around the London Eye and Houses of Parliament. Houses of Parliament Westminster Bridge Before I concluded the walkabout, I came across a woman on a bench, having some ice-cream with her kids. I shot from the hip, then stepped a little closer. At first, two of the girls noticed me…
“You cannot pass through here.” One of the stewards stepped to the side and blocked my way, “You have to go round the other side.” “But I’m not passing through,” I told him. “I’m here to cover the event.” A moment later, I was receiving a briefing from their media person, and then let loose into the crowd. Finally, after having photographed quite a number of protests and demonstrations, I was at ease in such situations. No fear, no hesitation, no waffling. Just gear up and shoot. Although I was not a bona fide photojournalist nor did I have any…