the beautiful game




It had to be pointed out to me that one of the obvious places to try street photography in Manchester is before or after a football match, and tonight I finally made it to Eastlands, City’s ground, where they were playing Bolton (2-0 to City in case you give a shit. Which I don’t.)
This was actually my back-up plan , which had to swing into action after I managed to get to Old Trafford a whole 24 hours too late for their weekend match against Portsmouth). I really can be pretty dense at times. But actually I think it all worked out for the best since the darkness and artificial lights gave some of the pictures a certain something, as did the ability to play around with shutter speeds as low as 1/15 sec. I think I’ve almost had enough of street photography for this assignment, although I’ll continue to practise it on my own. Time to get on with some proper work I think and try and earn some money.

manbag

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night night











Okay, so the street photography assignment is slowly starting to come together. I don’t know if it was the psychological effect of being able to melt away into the shadows but I found shooting at night much better than I anticipated. I called called a prick once, got several v-signs flicked at me and people kept asking if I was a paparazzi. But there’s certainly no shortage of sights in Manchester city centre on the average Saturday night.
Vital stats: 3 hours of shooting, 140 pics, 2 fights, 4 arrests, 8 police horses, some terrible fashion, 5 hen parties and 2 sex dolls. The temperature? 1 degree above freezing.

double vision


Well, I’m in no doubt that this street photography assignment is going to take me a number more outings over the next week. I’m feeling a bit better about it today. I don’t think I’m going to ever make a Bruce Gilden but hopefully it’s helping me learn some patience at the very least.

street #1




I really want to like this assignment but at the moment I’m just not feeling it. We’ve been asked to shoot on the street three times and to look at the relationships between people and their environment. I appreciate street photography but it’s not really something I get any satisfaction from in general. I’m a fast walker, am impatient and have a very short attention span. Plus I suffer from a circulation problem known as Raynaulds which results in my hands and toes getting sore and white when I have to stand around in the cold. And today was bitter.
Yesterday I had the bright idea of catching the train to Blackpool this morning – imagining the interesting characters I would find and the photogenic clapped-out stalls and tat shops along the front and in the town centre. But the place was seriously dead, and once there I found it difficult to care. I tried to stake out a couple of likely spots and wait for people to come to me, but it just wasn’t happening. So I hopped back on the train to Manchester, frustrated with myself for having got up early and made a 3 hour return journey for nothing. Again, town was quiet, which made candid photography difficult. On reflection, a big furry Russian hat might not have been the best choice of headgear.
Overall, my haul of images is pretty lame and I am feeling very uninspired. I have lots of pictures of people’s backs and lots of badly focused images, and I know I didn’t get in close enough. From experience I know that this is what happens when I’m not feeling confident in what I’m doing. I have no idea where I’m going to shoot next, but I think I need to start thinking more positively from the outset if I want to stay with this and try to do myself justice.

sound forge

Well, I found my third ‘at work’ subject this morning, about five minutes’ walk from my house. I’m saving my original plan because I don’t want to waste him – I think he’d make a possible multimedia piece – so headed to some small industrial workshops I remembered yesterday. This particular place makes steel parts for the aerospace and motor industries – vague, strangely-shaped pieces of metal that were unrecognisable to me. Mike, the boss, told me it has been in his family for more than 50 years but is suffering from the recession. He was forced to lay three members of staff off last year.
Having secured permission to shoot, I wandered aimlessly around, trying to decide which of the three men working in the space looked like they were doing the most interesting work and would be the least nervous of me. Then this old man walked in – he doesn’t actually work but uses the space sometimes to do some ‘forging’ as he called it. He looked like he was making the top of a hammer – heating it until it glowed amber and then walloping it into shape with a mallet.
Given the limitations of the workshop – dark, dirty and a bit dangerous what with all the sparks and equipment – I am quite pleased with the shots I got. I over-shot by a large margin because it was so interesting, and looking back at my contact sheet I can see that I have a lot of very similar images. I tried to experiment with slowing the shutter speed right down to get some blur into some of the hammering shots. I think it makes quite a nice contrast with my two previous subjects, which were much ‘quieter’ kinds of jobs.
Full unedited shoot is here.
Previous workers are here and here.

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flower power

Two down and one to go for my ‘at work’ assignment, which is meant to be in for Friday. Work commitments in Liverpool on Thursday mean that I have to actually get myself in gear and sort my last one out tomorrow.
I thought a florist might work quite well so persuaded the appropriately-named Rowan to let me watch her work. The challenges were much the same as for my tattooist – namely me being rubbish at focusing manually, and the limitations of working at ISO 400 and with no flash allowed. The shop was quite dark at the back and I couldn’t move all the way around her in the way I would have liked. Overall I found the pictures disappointing – I imagined they’d work much better, although I think they could be rescued with some post-processing. The shots I like most are the ones the probably fit the brief least – me looking at her from outside, and with mad reflections on the windows.

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who-what-where

It’s funny how things turn out. I now spend so much time thinking about and looking at photography – and multimedia – that I wonder what I filled my mind with before this obsession took hold.

I’ve been working full-time as a journalist since 2004, and for two years before that was writing freelance while still at uni. This was no lifelong ambition – rather something I turned to in a panic after realising on a year abroad that I made a god-awful teacher (my back-up plan). So I went and did an NCTJ course in Preston, inexplicably getting sponsored through it by the Manchester Evening News.

Looking back, I see both ignorance and arrogance. I’ve always been a good writer so assumed I would therefore make a good reporter. My first year on a newspaper was a very steep learning curve. I clearly remember being hit a few months in by the sudden realisation this job’s about so much more than writing – or in photography’s case, technique.

At this point, my mind was completely closed to photography. I hadn’t even owned a camera. And despite working with – and being friends with – snappers since I started freelancing, I rarely showed much interest in what they were doing. I’d backpacked around Australia and Brazil and lived twice in France without even carrying a camera….it seems incomprehensible to me now.

In 2006 I was made redundant and, not being in a position to make the move to London – essential if you want to really succeed in my industry – decided to chance it and go freelance. I started covering social issue subjects such as regeneration, homelessness and asylum….I’d say my subjects tend to be people who are under- or mis-represented by the mainstream media.

Since then I’ve worked with the Guardian, the Independent, the Express, BBC, Action Aid, New Start, Inside Housing and others. I work closely with the Big Issue in the North and regularly stand in as editor. Eighty per cent of my work is uncommissioned and involves me working up stories and selling them. Nevertheless, I still feel like a fraud who could get caught out anytime – and I suspect I always will.

It wasn’t until late 2007 that the photography bug bit. I spent that November travelling in India and ended up hogging my other half’s camera (Canon G7 as it happens). Something clicked (no pun intended) and I started thinking about buying a DSLR. I was encouraged on my return by a close photographer friend who told me I had a good eye.

It’s gone from there really. I’m a technical dunce so signed up to a City and Guilds course in a local college to force me to experiment with using the camera manually. I joined Flickr – leaving later as my focus shifted and the site began to bug me – and made some friends through that whose encouragement helped me move forward.

From here it was a natural progression to move towards a more journalistic type of photography. Work trips to India and the West Bank in 2008 gave me opportunities to use my camera and I quickly found I was becoming more interested in the photography than the words. Having said that, I am now so engaged in some of my stories that I’d find it difficult to let go and share them with a collaborator.

Last March I took a workshop with Ed Kashi, five intense days which gave me the kick I needed to start working on some projects. It also opened my eyes to the possibilities of multimedia and got me thinking seriously about whether or not I should return to education or just spend the equivalent sum on a personal project or two. After a lot of consideration I decided I’d probably benefit more from a structured learning environment. The few local options didn’t appeal but I managed to get a place on the online MA photojournalism at the London College of Communication.

Over the past six months my practice has shifted once again. Where I used to take my interviews in shorthand, I’m now increasingly taking audio, which I transcribe for written stories (the downside being that it’s time consuming) but which opens up uses away from the printed page. A multimedia workshop with the brilliant duckrabbit got me competent at taking and editing audio. With their help and encouragement I’ve made three little multimedia pieces so far, two of which I sold to the BBC website (I didn’t try with anyone with the third). They can be viewed over here. Taking and integrating little bits of video will be the next logical step for me, but money – as always – is the stumbling block.

Photographically, three loose themes have emerged over the past year. Gypsy and Traveller rights are a big interest:

I’ve started looking at the UK asylum system and have spent a lot of time with Sofia, a destitute Zimbabwean asylum seeker (multimedia piece here.) I hope to expand this by working with others in different situations.

And I’m currently photographing and interviewing people whose lives have been affected by publicly funded regeneration schemes (below). What I’ll ultimately do with this material I don’t know, but I have almost 25 so far. I just believe this is a worthwhile record.

What I hope to gain from this course is a better understanding of how to create compelling visual narratives, while tightening up the way I use each frame. I also hope to get a better feel for ways to market my work – something I’m incredibly weak at. I’m also at the stage where I think some honest critique and guidance from those who’ve done it will help me get to the next level. I’m inspired by forward-looking photographers who really advocate for their subjects – the likes of Kashi and Joseph Rodriquez.

When I take a step back and consider my thinking in the short time I’ve been taking pictures, I can’t help but draw a parallel with when I first became a local paper reporter. It was my ability to write well that threw me into it but after a while I realised that actually, it’s all about the story. The fact I have good people skills and an eye for a story (although sadly not for the popular/profitable ones) is what has helped me survive in the job.

Similarly, what pulled me into photography was the creative aspect – something that is sorely lacking from newspaper reporting. I realised I could make strong visual pictures but after a while that wasn’t really enough. Now, for me, photography’s become a tool for communication. If it’s visually engaging, all the better, but for me it’s got to be in service to a story.

under the needle



Today was the first time I properly picked up the camera this year and the first time I tried to shoot anything for the MA photojournalism and documentary photography that I started last week. The brief is ‘at work’ and I have two more parts to complete. One is set up but I’m still working out what to do for the third.
I think I struck pretty lucky with Dani – or ‘Denny’ as I’ve been calling him all afternoon, until I saw it written down – the laid-back antipodean tattoo artist, and also Dave, his client. Dave is about halfway through 18 hours worth of tattoo, to mark his 30th birthday. Having been under the needle of couple of times myself – only for wussy little ones – I can think of infinite ways I’d rather celebrate. But still. He was very brave, only wincing a couple of times. Maybe he was trying to be tough for the camera.
Anyhow, the second reason I think I was lucky is that Dani has just moved into a new studio this morning, which was lovely and light and empty. He was the only artist working in there, which meant I could move around a bit more freely than I might otherwise be able to.
Being limited to a 35mm lens was no problem as it’s what I’m trying to stick to as much as possible anyway. The drawback though was that I would have liked to get in closer to his hands but was a bit cautious…tattoo needles being dangerous and all, and me being exceedingly clumsy. If he was doing a safer kind of job I’d have got right in there a lot more.
The only other drawback was really at one point to do with using manual focus. I like to get up high and climb a lot onto chairs and tables. This was a challenge today as the chairs were swivel ones with wheels and manually focusing my camera while trying not to fall off and embarrass myself in front of six boys was all a bit much.
I think using a smaller aperture might have made the focusing easier but having to stick to 400asa meant I spent the whole session up at f2-3.5 in order to get the shutter speeds I needed. All in all though, valuable practice.
The pictures are here.