There were banners, there were loudhailers, there were marching songs, but this wasn’t a protest. The police were nowhere to be seen. This was a cheerful, untroubled, hopeful ambience. Flowers and laughter. This was the Wilding Festival, a celebration of the suffragette movement and the 100th-year anniversary of the death of militant activist Emily Wilding Davison – the woman who lost her life after throwing herself in front of the king’s horse at the Epsom Derby to draw attention to the cause. A group of modern-day suffragettes had assembled on Saturday morning in Russell Square, dressed in the suffrage colours…
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I had just placed my order at Nandos and returned to my table when I saw this man on a bench with an irresistibly cute schnauzer just outside the restaurant’s glass doors. I mulled for but a moment, uttered to my sister a single word, “Tempted!” and she shoved my bag at me. To charge straight at them through the doors wielding a camera would be to start on the wrong foot, so to speak, so I circled around the concourse before returning meekly to the spot. I introduced myself (a little too hastily) and asked if I could take…
How typical. Just when we thought the shorts and flip flops were here to stay…
I had to give the whole storming and raiding ruckus in the West End a miss, but managed to pass through Piccadilly Circus in the evening where I came upon members of the StopG8 group packing up the party.
After a series of peaceful demonstrations for preserving a recreational area in Istanbul… … Turkish police attacked the protesters violently with tear gas and water cannon, directly targeting their faces and bodies… … Turkish media, directly controlled by the government or have business and political ties with it, refuse to cover the incidents. Press agencies have also blocked the information flow. Please share this message for the world to become aware of the police state created by AKP of Recep Tayyip Erdogan [the Turkish Prime Minister]… — Leaftlet handed out at the Turkish protest in London A sizeable gathering of…
I took a little detour today while on a grocery run, thinking that I’d dip into the garden square itself for some random street photography. Seeing how nice the weather’s been lately, I thought I’d add a splash of colour into the mix. While fiddling with my camera settings – I had just taken the camera out of my bag – I ran into a hobo, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down, and sneaked a shot. He then came up real close (too close!) and went, “Oh you’d like a photo would’ya, here I’ll giveya some action.” And he swung a…
How it all began In 2006, a photographer friend asked me along to the ‘No More Fallujahs’ peace camp at Parliament Square, where anti-war campaigners were demanding an end to the UK/US military occupation of Iraq. It sounded exciting. It was all new ground to me, photographically and otherwise. I was tempted, but hesitant. Coming from a country that has near-zero tolerance for dissent, and where a gathering of more than five persons could potentially be considered an illegal assembly, my nervousness then was understandable: But we’re not the press! Is it okay? Will we get into trouble? Will it…