It wasn't always raptors and platypuses, you know. For this photographer at least, subject matter and even genre has been a moveable feast depending on -- primarily -- place. Without subjecting you all to a journey back in time to the beginnings of my obsession with photography, let's just say that the current blossoming started …
Here's something my mate Matthew and I used to talk about sometimes over a couple of beers at the Railway Pub in West Hampstead, London, around 1995. When we weren't talking about cricket, or girls, or books, or history (he's a historian), we talked about music. Specifically, 'pop' or rock music, to use those inadequate …
Exciting news arrived recently that an old mate has published a book. It’s quite a thrill when someone you know produces writings that impress a publisher sufficiently to pay real cash to gather them into a glossy volume, and to market said volume to the masses in the conviction that it will repay their investment. …
Burying yourself in the countryside to wait out the odd pandemic is all well and good – and we’re grateful for our lot, believe me – but every now and then, you feel the need for a bit of a break. You know: crisp white tablecloths, polished silverware, a glass or two of champers, and …
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