30 September 2016

27 September 2016

Repair, Holborn


Sunlight on a rickshaw driver as he repairs a puncture in an alleyway in Holborn: I asked, he said fine, bingbangbong.

18 September 2016

Mucking about of a Sunday


Edward Steichen?


My maunderings over the net today, aided by an alcohol-induced malaise the size of the Pacific gyre, took me to this picture which I'm led to believe is one of Steichen's, though TBH it looks like Kate Moss to me. Anyway, be that as it may, I think this may be the most beautiful photograph I have ever seen, almost perfect in it's imperfections, more beautiful than even anything by the God of Photographers, Paolo Roversi. I'm going to try and find out more but in the meantime, swoon baby swoon!  


Addendum: why so taken with this? Well, let's see:

1. Her beauty - eyes, eyebrows, lips, nose, hair, skin...
2. The perfect intensity of her gaze.
3. The imperfections of the picture: it's slightly slanted, it's a bit discoloured, it's not quite symmetrical.
4. The (warm?) wind blowing from right to left, ruffling the coat a bit and sending out a tendril of hair on the left of the picture.
5. The coat, the beautiful coat.
6. The tones. Her make up.
And we're round again to
7. Her beauty.

And there we must stop.

UPDATE 20/11/16: It's by Peter Lindbergh. Now, as you were.

Maisy


A '30s, surrealist-out-of-kitsch vibe? Oh go one then. Man Ray? Steichen? Well, not quite, but coming out of the same room maybe.

14 September 2016

Another from the walk home tonight


Outside the Royal Festival Hall. Again, I asked, he was happy, so I took a shot - this time just the one. Don't know his name or anything about him but thought he looked cool and up for a photo. 

Rickshaw, Covent Garden


Try as I might, I cannot remember seeing a rickshaw driver in India that looked like this. When I saw her I had to ask if I could take a picture and she just shrugged so I took a couple of frames before the lights changed. Not only beautiful but inspirational, she gave London an extra glow in the unseasonably warm September evening. To be honest though, London seemed a bit crazy with heat tonight - flesh and drink and skimpy and brash and tattooed and LOUD and a section of summer stolen and then reused on a Wednesday night in mid-September.

Cabbage Leaf