Our eyes see many different things. Our minds see even more. Photography is an expression of what our mind sees in the world around us. It is a means of communication. It doesn’t matter whether the image really represents reality since it has already been interpreted, and changed to some degree, by film or electronics.
Who is to say whether what I see is any more reality than what you see? Unless the image is to be used in a court of law, the final image is what we wish others to see – our interpretation, our thoughts, our feelings, our communication, our individuality. Our Mind’s Eye.
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Louise treats her face and hair like a blank canvas and creates new looks on a regular basis. I wanted to combine the bright vibrant colours of her face against the glum blandness of a brick underpass. Facing out of the picture also adds a degree of contention.
Taken in Lyon. I liked the diffusion of the frosted glass of the bus shelter and the fact that the legs and feet were sharp below the frosted glass. Their heads were hidden by an empty grey panel presumably there to take advertising. I wanted something to fill the board. Just 2 minutes away around the corner was a closed-down café with grafitti and paintings on it. Above the window, there were three painted heads. It just shouted at me that these were the heads that should be behind that bus shelter.
Much of the Stewartby Brickworks process required manual labour. The sorting and re-stacking of cooled bricks onto palettes was one such activity. This is a Sikh brick stacker. The brickworks had a strong multicultural workforce that started during WWII when prisoners of war were used to replace the men that had left to serve in the forces. After the war, the huge demand for bricks to rebuild the cities meant that it was difficult to employ enough people from Bedfordshire and so immigrant workers from across Europe were brought in. In the 1950s, Italians formed the biggest number of recruits and later, Indian and Pakistani nationals joined to make an international workforce.
Staring out of the window as she idly stirs her coffee wondering whether her lover has missed the train or…
So many thoughts cross her mind.
Taken in Baker Street at Pride London in 2009. He only held that expression for an instant but it was long enough. The guy in the background nicely fills the corner with a similar look but toned and a little softer so it doesn’t impact too much on the foreground figure.
There are a few shoe shines on the streets in Havana. I liked the simplicity of this shot though I worked on it a little in Photoshop to make the colours a little more pastel and to bring out a little more detail – grittiness if you like. It seems to have given the image a pen-and-ink artistic feel which I find quite pleasing.
I saw this gentleman smoking this cigar in a small park in the centre of Trinidad. I approached him and pointed to the camera suggesting that I might want to take a photograph or two. He nodded, and so I did. The background was somewhat cluttered and so I tidied it up. The cigar was not in the plane of focus and so was soft so I dropped in another cigar from a photo of a tobacco farmer. The finishing touch was to add a little smoke courtesy of Photoshop.
Taken in Havana in 2008, I waited a while and moved into position across the street. I like the colours on the wall and the graffiti and the man was just in the right spot. I had been looking for a shot like this all week and found this on the last day of the trip.