Honestly, there’s lots of photography going on: a busy year booked-up already but…
I is writing songs a lot. Here’s another one:
Honestly, there’s lots of photography going on: a busy year booked-up already but…
I is writing songs a lot. Here’s another one:
In an effort to get a little more organised this year with my songs and performances, here’s a link to ReverbNation.
Details of gigs and the like. Feel free to join the mailing list if the music does it for you: there’s a place to leave your email.
Artist Mark Ponsford is doing me a polaroid portrait sometime this week. I hate having my photo taken.
Have a good week!
I’ve written an album. It’s taken me about three months to write. That’s nice isn’t it. You’ll be the judge of that.
It’s yet to be recorded by someone who knows what they’re doing but that doesn’t matter because now it exists enough that I can put it on a table and point at it.
New song. Crappy recording, but, new song.
Have today done a great gig and the songs sound great. New discovery: sing quietly like it’s real and all will be well.
Have also photographed a book cover for Faber. Have photographed the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra. Have cleaned the bathroom. Have decided on a plan of action for the album. Am putting a book of recent portraits together. They’re also the best work I’ve done. Have fallen in love (musically, you understand) with Ryan Adams and Gillian Welch.
This is what a blog is for, no? Talking to yourself to fire yourself up for the week.
Have a great week.
Look, here’s a couple of family snaps from ages ago:
Recently went into a well known high-street coffee shop and asked for a ‘small hot chocolate’ for my youngest son. “A Babyccino?” was the response. Please, for ****’s sake don’t do this. Isn’t it obvious that I cannot utter the word Babyccino. It is not something I’m prepared to do. You’ve had my request described in succinct detail – what’s the problem with saying “certainly, anything else?”
And relax.
If you’re lucky enough to own an iPhone – or whatever they’re called – then you might like a great ebook of sharp, incicive photographs to go with it.
Home Entertainment by Pete Millson now available as an ebook for £1.49. Download one now.
In other news, I’ve now written 10 songs and in my mind that’s an album. Now to find a producer to help me turn it into an album. Album title is Songs Of Hope And Despair.
That’ll cheer ‘em up.
Photographer’s blog, so… NEW SONG!
Following on from my note about how terrific an author Patrick Hamilton was, here is a song I’ve written which is a snapshot of his book The Midnight Bell. Hope you enjoy it.
A rough demo, you understand.
Have a nice week.
I’m typing this and imagining that I’m at ease with all this blogging nonsense and that I have things to say. Well, let’s see.
I’ve just finished an exhibition of black & white photography in London all about finding a still moment in a busy day.
Got distracted then as a tractor-load of potatoes just went past the window.
I’m very pleased with the photographs and how the exhibition went but I feel I’ve done the theme to death now. Time for a new point of view.
I’m a little bit obsessed with hating the mass-media at the moment (the concept of it, not any particular individuals or organisations). I’m still occasionally asked to take photographs for use within it and so that’s a hurdle right there. I’m working on it. I feel it’s great visually as a project as there’s some form of mass-media/communication wherever you look. I’m typing through one now. At the back of my mind is the idea that I’m free to live without it. It would be great. Observe the world only through my eyes and deal with what I see as it happens.
Right, yes, me then. I’m 37 years old, like anyone cares, and I live in a village called Symondsbury near Bridport in Dorset. I grew up in the sticks (Stanford Dingley and Bucklebury – villages in Berkshire) and have only just moved back to the sticks again via a 20 year stay in London and so as far as being a country boy goes, I’m a total fraud. In my heart I’m a Wurzel though. I wanted to write songs and be in a band (this I did for 5 years or so in London) and then I was given a camera by a friend in 1993 and that threw a switch. I haven’t been a day without a camera since. I’ve photographed for newspapers and magazines all over the place but more importantly, I’ve looked and looked at people around me and have found a rich visual puzzle. It’s my lifetime’s challenge to photograph what I love about us all. Which is that we’re here.
I like Marmite on cold toast, tea, strong coffee, red wine and most of all being with my lovely family.
I’m hoping to post photographs (my work) as well as songs and other digital vomit.
Have a nice day – speak soon,
PETE.
Just did my fist day on a film/TV set on Thursday. I’ve been asked to do the stills for a children’s drama for the BBC. It was very interesting, quite exciting and really, really difficult. The main difficulty was having to get used to using this thing called a blimp which is a soundproof casing for my camera. It means I can shoot when they’re recording sound on set but, honestly, it’s like holding a large toaster. There’s no access to the camera controls and so careful metering is needed before they shoot the scene as it’s a right pain in the arse to open the casing up and change anything. I’m certain I’ll get used to it but what a learning curve. Not only this but you need to tread carefully around the director, D.O.P. (cameraman), and the sound recordists among others as you are regarded as being in their way at all times. Occasionally I just can’t get a useful shot as the film camera is right up in the air on a crane in which case I have to ask that I be allowed to re-shoot the scene after they’ve finished. That goes down well with everyone. They do pay you though so I shouldn’t grumble. I have another two days shooting next week to brush up my skills.
Just finished my other two days on a film/TV set. Got only a few great shots. But spoke to someone else who does the same job and they said, a) that’s pretty typical and b) a few is all that’s required. I think the producer liked them but you never find out. That’s that then.
Shooting with the blimp did get easier but that isn’t to say easy. Also, I found that pushing for what you need (without annoying anyone) is the way forward. A polite request for help from the 1st Assistant Director (AD) can work wonders.
I’d love to do more and would be starting a little further along the learning curve.
Yesterday I had a job up in London again. I’m loath to take them because of the ridiculousness of it all – it’s 150 miles away but I need the money so what can you do. It’s work. The job was to photograph some speakers at a posh event and then an arranged group afterwards.
These people are from another world. They have lots of money and assume it allows them to be in charge of whatever situation they find themselves in.
An example. I have my lights set up and metered, I have plush chairs and positions worked out for everyone and I’m ready to get a worthwhile group photograph. A lady steps up after I’ve taken the first frame and starts saying, “no, one of them had their head down. Do it again”. She’s come from nowhere. Who is she? I take a few more frames and she does it again. Being a professional my only option is to say “madam, I’ll need you to be quiet and if you can’t I shall have to ask you to wait outside”.
I hope I haven’t put my foot in it as I understand she’s ‘someone’.
But then we all are aren’t we?
It was Apple Day here in Bridport on Saturday (Community Orchard, St. Mary’s Church field). There’s some open space that’s pretty much unused except for dog walkers and the plan is to plant apple trees and make it an orchard for the whole town to enjoy. There was an apple doctor on hand to identify varieties and all sorts of apple related stuff to try (apple juice and cider being the main ones).
There was also some music care of yours truly and others. I’ve joined a folk band and have done only three proper gigs with them so far and this freebie was my fourth. I’ve learnt precisely a quarter of the set but that won’t stop the show. Most of the time I’m scrabbling around working out the chords there and then as we’re playing.
Me on guitar:
David setting up the yurt:
I have a natty little woolen waistcoat but as yet no beard, no sandals and I only drink in moderation. This could all change of course.
Just telling it for what it is.
In case you don’t already know, I’ve published a fantastic book of portraits.
A dazzling and unique collection of photographs of many of the worlds greatest entertainers and creative geniuses. From Ricky Gervais to Keith Richards, R.E.M. to Elvis Costello, Lenny Kravitz to Arthur Lee or Ray Davies to Amy Winehouse, they’re all here in an incisive and beautiful document from the first years of the 21st Century.
Here’s the introduction from the book:
HOME ENTERTAINMENT: In late 2001 I was asked by the Guardian newspaper if I fancied doing the photography for a new column that would run every week in the Friday Review. Journalist and writer Will Hodgkinson would do the interviews and between us we were to meet (usually well known) singers, songwriters, musicians, actors, film-makers, authors and comedians wherever they lived and ask them to reflect upon their relationship with recorded entertainment, be it records or films or books. The experience was almost always interesting, often exciting, sometimes dull and occasionally enlightening.
The interviewees would reveal much about themselves in having something as safe as a record collection to talk about. They found themselves at ease and, in the case of the more celebrated and press-savvy amongst them, off guard.
It ran for almost exactly five years and it felt for me like a five-year school outing. Whizzing up and down the motorways and A-roads of Britain, occasionally flying off abroad, always getting lost and always starving after we’d finished. It was a rare thing to be offered a cup of tea and rarer still some lunch.
What the Guardian needed from me and what I found quite hard to deliver week after week was a beautifully styled photograph of the artist in their home environment amongst their collection. I now understand that I just have no idea how to have a concept for the image and a sense of what it is to look like before I’ve seen it. Realising this has turned my photography around. I now know that my skills are in looking and seeing. People-watching is my number-one hobby: watching mannerisms and empathising with what someone is feeling in order to make a worthwhile portrait are thrills indeed.
I hope that Mark Bygraves, my picture editor at the Guardian, saw something of this in the pictures. I can’t think why else he let me carry on for five years.
I’m very glad to have had the opportunity to meet so many interesting people but, really, we all meet interesting people every day. We just have to see it.
PM
March 2008.
Have a look and I’m hoping it will make a great Christmas product unit for someone special!
For anyone who’s remotely interested, and there can’t be many, this is how I arrive at my exposures when I’m outdoors with the Leica in the daytime:
a) 400 ASA (ISO if you must) b&w negative film
b) Leave the lens set to f8
c) As the light changes, I move the shutter between ONLY THREE different settings: 250 = bright AND sunny, 125 = bright or ‘don’t know’, 60 = near a building/in shadow
d) This leaves focussing. Set lens to 10 ft and be done with it. Use rangefinder if there’s time of course but using ’10 ft’ means you’re able to keep your eye on the ball and actually get the shot you wanted.
These are my two favourite photographs from 2007:
and
They’re both of children and are both about different aspects of what it is to be a child. I conclude from this that that was my main concern during 2007.
2008 is yet to close and I’m looking forward to arriving at a favourite or two.
Also, while I’m on black & white photography in general, I would urge anyone who hasn’t put film in a camera for a long time to do so immediately. The thrill you’ll get taking the film off the reels is inversely proportional to the thrill you get downloading a card. Please, try it.
Had a not very interesting day. But is that true? I think it has a lot to do with whether you’re tired or not. Our little one keeps us awake at night (Yawn – people not interested in children) and today I was grumpy virtually ALL day.
My eldest dressed as Elena the fairy first thing, some minor re-touching on the TV stills photos was needed, editing my Dan Leno shoot and speaking to someone in Bridport about an exhibition – meeting on Friday – this was my morning.
Quick argument with my wife, some lunch and then down to the fields with the boys for a hoof around.
Bad mood the whole time. Here are my boys benefitting from having their Dad around today:
Got back and there was a phone call from the Times Educational Supplement asking how long it would take me to get to Southampton. Wasn’t quick enough. Grumpy.
Finally, cooked some sausages for tea and had a cup of tea and the world was back to normal.
We need some SLEEEEP!
PS: These photographs were taken using a TELEPHONE. Extraordinary.
Just had an email from a friend discussing the hassle involved in generating projects for yourself when you already work as a photographer.
I thought I’d stick my reply to him here as it helped me to clarify things for myself as I wrote it:
If someone is preoccupied at the time of being photographed, either physically or mentally, they are photographed as ‘alive’, as authentically living.
To pose or to be aware of the camera – to the point where it makes you aware of yourself and hops your mind onto the circular track of “what do I look like?” – is to be dead when alive.
Photography’s major disadvantage is its ability to faithfully record inauthenticity.
If someone is photographed with their gaze directed away from the lens axis, there is a good chance that an authentic portrait will result. It’s not guaranteed however.
For a portrait to be made with the sitter gazing straight down the lens, staring at their fate – to be trapped in silver – will almost never result in an authentic representation of that person as they are or were in their time here. The only time an authentic portrait can result from staring at the lens is when the photographer is skilled enough and sensitive enough to strike while the sitter’s mind is genuinely elsewhere.
This is a great example of this last point from 1960 by French photographer Jean-Louis Swiners:
It’s a tricky and delicate job and the result is always emotionally gripping.
Thought I’d try and remember any eventful things from the past few days.
Err…?
Oh yes, went and did some printing in the darkroom again. I’m trying to go once a week with the aim of chipping away at the winning images that appear on the odd roll of film. Processing film, as I have mentioned here before, is exciting in terms of waiting to see if you got what you thought you’d got. It is also, however, a total hassle and printing only compounds it. I print on fibre paper which for those of you who might know is a laborious process in terms of washing the print.
But, it is all worth it because if I’m spending my life documenting and learning about all I see, I have to take seriously the objects that represent my work – i.e. a well-made print.
Anyway, la-de-blah. There was also a close-encounters moment the other night when a corn harvester (an evil monster version of a combine harvester) had taken a shortcut through our village. It stopped right outside our front room and when we opened the window, it was so large and with all its many headlights blazing, so bright that we honestly for a split second were worried. The driver couldn’t get past our car as the road is narrow and I went and moved the car. On walking back to the house I thought about a photograph and only had a bloody TELEPHONE on me:
It didn’t matter. He had decided to reverse all the way back out of the village anyway.
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I’m also in the process of plastering my workroom with photographs both my work-in-progress and influential things I find. A semi-plastered corner:
and a bit near a shelf with suff on it (one photo so far):
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My eldest son and I have built a trailer for his go-kart from a shopping trolley and a box:
Here’s a few photos from our wander round the village today. As ever, we end up visiting someone and having a cup of tea. Oh so idyllic, oh am I not a smug what-not for putting these pictures on here? Well, no, the truth is I haven’t got a fat lot of work so far this week and so here’s my diary of my day clomping around without gainful employment.
Rachel with a goat (caption not really necessary here):
Elliot and friends:
Harper:
Our house can just be seen behind the trees on the right (car outside front):
Rachel being led to the goat shed:
Harper and his new friend:
Must get some work soon.
Quite a good afternoon as it turned out.
We’re after a cupboard for the front room to put the children’s bits and bobs in and a phone and a nature table (whatever) on. We went to try the dump (sorry, recycling centre) in Bridport and, bingo, there it was.
Elliot, my eldest, fancied a bit of dressing up and looked very smart as a result:
Back home to get the wood burner ready. I have a ‘steel’ for causing a spark, some cotton wool (which goes up a treat) some kindling and some ‘King Alfred Cakes’ which are a type of fungus that’s great as a natural firelighter and you’ll always find some in the woods. So, I have all this but no wood to burn. Elliot and I went and found some the other day but soon realised that one large log wasn’t going to keep us warm for very long.
No problem. One call to Rob-the-log and a ton of logs was delivered to our door. In fact on our doorstep. Rob’s little lad came to the door and shouted for Elliot. Elliot seems to know everyone. How?
Here he is guarding the logs (a pirate by this time):
Anyway (this is fun to write – apologies to those of you who actually read it), got a good fire going and now we have an evening of cosiness, red wine, washing-up and arguments to look forward to.
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I’ve just popped up the road (8.30pm) to look after our neighbour’s son whilst she put the geese away. Our neighbour actually phoned my wife to ask if I would be able to help and my wife (Rachel) told me there was a glass of port in it for me when I got there. I said I’d do it only if I didn’t have to go near the port.
Where to start.
Went in to the doctors with Harper our youngest boy at the weekend when we found he had a combination of an unusual rash and wasn’t well. The doctor said he thought it should be looked at by a specialist and sent us off to Dorchester hospital. Here we discovered that what may be wrong with Harper is that he has leukaemia.
This was a bit of a shock as you might imagine and Rachel and Harper were taken in an ambulance to Southampton General hospital to a specialist oncology ward – Piam Brown ward to await a bone-marrow biopsy. I have to say up front that the staff there were all, without exception, as helpful, friendly and kind as one could possibly hope for.
Harper endured many blood tests and didn’t enjoy canulars being fitted (can’t blame him the poor thing). What they were looking for was evidence of leukaemic cells, cells that shouldn’t be there, and they couldn’t say for certain from looking at the blood only – this was why a look at some bone-marrow was required.
Rachel and I didn’t really know what to think. The biopsy was on the Tuesday at about ten and we had a dream-like day hopping between feeling positive and strong enough to cope and feeling tearful and fearful of the unknown. Talking to the other parents around the ward was extremely comforting and we met some lovely people.
Elliot our other boy was such an enormous help. He was patient, funny and kind to his brother and I have no doubt he was pretty hacked-off with being shut indoors the whole time.
I’ll cut to the quick and say that Harper’s bone-marrow didn’t show signs of luekaemia and so with no real time to establish what on earth was going on, we were let off the hook, so to speak.
My main reason for writing this up here is to pass on details of the children’s cancer charity CLIC Sargent.
They provide all sorts of help for families and for the children themselves and we even benefitted from their help in our short period of limbo there in Southampton in being allowed to stay in a house they have, Clic Haven next to the hospital, which is a peaceful haven in which to hide from the stress of being away from home with so much of your energy being used up in caring for your wonderful children. If you can imagine yourself having been on your feet all day and finally being allowed to sit down, this is Clic Haven only many times magnified.
Writing this up, I’m having a job recalling what we went through.
My Dad, Arthur, died in 2000 of a luekaemia (Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma) and I feel that now’s the time to make a bit of effort and help cancer charities much more than I do, in whatever way I can. We were fortunate of course and many families who have children with cancer, many who we met, will continue to need lots of energy and help (and sleep!) to make sure they can continue to see the various treatments through. Luekaemia is a very treatable cancer by all accounts and there’s great leaps of progress being made in the search for treatments and cures for all cancers.
Thankyou to the staff of the Piam Brown ward at the Southampton General Hospital. In some respects, to be there is a fortunate thing. You couldn’t hope to be in better hands.
The week before Harper went into hospital, we went to visit our good friends Sue and James and the boys (x2) in north Devon. Hadn’t seen them for yonks and it was good to catch up. They have a pony that they are training and in about a year’s time the boys should be able to have a ride on her. Elliot had a lark dashing around the farmyard (which is of course never advisable – walking with care the favoured approach) and met some new friends. This is possibly of little interest to most who might be reading this but a diary entry with photos is all I can offer for now.
Just thought I’d mention Abraham’s Point which is the title of a new film coming out soon starring Mackenzie Crook and Joseph Millson. There’s a terrific trailer at You Tube. Can’t wait to see it.
I completely forgot. I have a MySpace page with some of my songs on it. Remarkable!
Bit of a moping around morning with work a bit quiet. Job on Friday though! Hoo hoo.
Went to see the Roger Mayne: Portraits exhibition in Bridport today at the Arts Centre. If you don’t know Roger Mayne’s work and you’re a fan of incisive, black and white photography (which obviously, I am), then you’re in for a treat. The portraits really chime with me. Most seem to have two of the ingredients I love: empathy and significance of moment. They also suggest that Roger Mayne is fascinated by other people and what it is that makes them them. On ’till the end of November if you happen to live in the south West.
Although a bit of a moody so and so this morning, the boys always make me laugh:
Yesterday Harper went to the Treewise toddler group which is usually held in the yurt in the orchard in the village but in winter, when the weather’s a bit soggy, it’s held up at Monkton Wyld Court at the Steiner Kindergarten there. A beautiful place and Elliot loves climbing the trees:
And finally… on the way back from Monkton Wyld on the A35 we get a great view of the main landmark in our village – Colmer’s Hill:
Word of warning if you’re ever inclined to write a blog. Don’t leave the hot tap running downstairs for the washing up while you write it up.
It’s a mess.
I like to draw and would love to draw people much more often than I do but I either forget to have a pencil (or even a biro) on me or I’m too nervous of other people seeing the results. This means, inevitably, that it’s my face that I end up studying. Not recommended. Here, however, are some self-portraits that I’ve made over the last few years. Oh, and a drawing of my hand thrown in for good measure.
By the way, in case there are any photography clients of mine reading this and you were thinking of booking me to photograph some artwork for you, rest assured I won’t be doing it late at night on a TELEPHONE as shown here.
Good week. What did I do… can’t remember…
Ah, photographed some graduates (human, not plastic measuring jugs) in Bournemouth on Friday. I’ve been photographing college graduates for about three years now on and off and although one could say it’s not the MOST exciting job in the world, I have to say that I really enjoy it. I get to practice my photography/psychology skills (I’ll write an essay on it sometime – remind me) under pressure, I get to hang out with other photographers (hardly ever happens) and I get to meet (literally) hundreds of people in a short space of time. This last aspect I enjoy because I feel that to be a portrait photographer, one has to form opinions of others’ characteristics very quickly. Not opinions of them as people, just opinions of their mannerisms and what makes them unique.
Whatever.
A friend who reads this blog from Hanoi in Vietnam has mentioned occasionally missing England and hot, buttered toast and tea in particular. It is for this reason that I include here a photograph of same although the tea does look a bit like puddle water. I imagine he would know what it looks like anyway but it’s the thought that counts:
My Mum and Grandma arrived in the village today. They’re here for a week’s Christmas visit. Bit early of course but that’s how we’re doing it this year. I’m really pleased they’re so near. Wish they could move here to be honest.
Also, Rachel and I got a letter from one of the Consultant Paediatricians, Dr Philip Wylie, who looked after Harper a couple of weeks ago. The letter mentions his relief at the outcome, it explains what WAS going on, he gives out his phone number should we need it and the general tone of the letter is very considerate and thoughtful. We felt very looked-after and have been talking about the letter all day. I was with Elliot in Bridport at lunchtime where they had Vinyl Day going on (lots of great records for sale and a DJ playing in Bucky Doo Square) and was feeling slightly serene listening to the music. As we waited to cross the road, Dr Wylie cycled right past us.
OK, and, it’s Elliot’s birthday on Monday. My little boy will be six. This is a dull read if you don’t have children but in some respects, six years have gone in a blink. I love Elliot. And that’s why (he doesn’t use computers) I’ve bought him the Department of Transport book ‘Know Your Traffic Signs’. I know, I know but you can’t put a price on love.
Elliot and his Mum did a bit of sewing the other morning. We’re Home Educating the boys and helping out with whatever we’re up to is one good way of learning:
Got a sharpening stone for our axe today and I’ve been chopping like a demon. I’m scraping a bit here. I’ll post more when I’ve actually done something.
Just a quick spot of blatant advertising here.
My Home Entertainment book sales have been unbelievable just recently so I thought I’d put in a reminder in case you know someone who might fancy a neat little coffee table book as a Christmas present.
Advertisement ends. Apologies for the intrusion!
Went down to Eype beach this afternoon. I’d had a meeting about some work in Yeovil and got back in time for us lot and my Mum and her Mum (who are staying in the village this week) to pop over to our local beach.
We timed it right for a sunset without any planning and for this I get all the praise from my grandma (Gra as I’ve called her since I was little); for organising the weather and working miracles. That’s Gra for you.
It was nothing.
She told me once that she often likes to perch up on her draining board in her kitchen and look out the window at the magpies in the garden. “Handsome beasts” she says.
On the 17th we went to Beaulieu, home of the National Motor Museum.
Elliot has loved anything to do with cars and mechanical design in general since he was tiny and this was his birthday treat. It was a wet and soggy day and we pretty much had the place to ourselves. It’s the second time he’s been but he was ready for it this time and had a really good look underneath the cars at which suspension they were using and had a really close look at engines etc. I’ve no idea what he’s referring to half the time. My Dad, Arthur, used to be a car mechanic. He also worked as a driver of lorries and coaches, rode a motorbike and infamously (in my eyes) backed a caravan up a windy hill in one smooth run. Elliot has obviously inherited it from him.
I can just about change a headlight bulb but there it ends.
Elliot loved it though. As we all did.
Hello.
This morning we had a party for Elliot. His birthday was over a week ago but there it is.
Also this morning I had a meeting with a design company here in Bridport. Nice bunch and after telling me they didn’t commission much photography (hmm, I have heard that before actually) they were then kind enough to tip me off about a large London publisher who would be interested in a good photographer (me, obviously. What were you thinking) down in the South West. All a bit tenuous isn’t it. That’s freelancing for you. It made me think that I may organise a day of ‘portfolio-ing’ up in London even though it’s a bit ridiculous, it being so far away. Can’t hurt can it and what’s more, I get a day hoofing around photographing busy people being busy (one of my hobbies).
I’m making great progress with the LETS project (see separate page on this blog). I have rough prints blu-tacked on the front room wall and Rachel and I evaluate them over dinner. No TV, radio off – silence. I recommend it for making decisions about images. Let the choices make themselves known in their own time. Everyone I’ve photographed so far has been into the idea. I did intend to take about six months over it but I think I’m going to take advantage of not having much work at the moment and crack on with it. That is a sure-fire way to get work though – concentrate on other matters.
A couple that I photographed in Wootton Fitzpaine live on a smallholding (quitebigholding really). I’m in equal measures inspired and confused by what they’ve achieved. Inspired because that’s a way of life Rachel and I have been heading towards. Confused because I can’t see how I could ever do it. The skills involved are real skills; making houses, growing crops, tending to cattle, buying cattle, feeding cattle (I liked the cows!). One learns skills from other people of course. I’ve learnt to make bread, light fires and chop wood.
It’s a start.
More cerebral (as I like to think) nonsense for you here.
Photographs. I remember now. What a privilege it is for us to see things. The art of photography is no different to any other. What’s important is to look. It’s enough to go about your day and give what passes in front of you your full attention. To make a permanent record of it, perhaps use a camera. Or a pencil. Looking is the thing.
Yesterday and the day before that I had a couple of gigs. I play guitar every day at home, just writing the same song again and again but with subtle refinements each time. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve only got a limited number of things that I want to write about in music. Most of the thrill for me is getting the song ‘right’.
Again, whatever.
So, I’ve been playing at home but to get out and play in front of people is always much more fun. It’s also hard work on the fingers. This has positive benefits though. The next day my playing is always more musical.
Sorry, I’m boring myself.
The gig last night was at a friend’s 50th birthday party in the village of Uploders. My grandma has recently, and kindly, bought a ‘Sat Nav’ for my 40th birthday present (which is 2 years away – long story). All very high tech, all very useful most of the time. Last night though, on heading out for Uploders, I was ‘taken’ to a dark and muddy field with a gate that had a sign on it which read ‘Pig Farm’. That wasn’t what I was after. I switched over to ‘brain nav’ and got out of the car, listened for a party and found my way there.
A pic of me at the party by my friend Ella:
Did another couple of portraits for the LETS project. Really pleased with how it’s going. I’m finding that my first impression of the subject and location is always the right one. It takes nerve to trust that it’s going to work. I used to get quite anxious when I first started doing portraits for other people. It only takes observation. Just look, don’t panic. I’ll post the images in the next couple of days.
As I have nothing to say to the world today, or indeed, anything I fancy writing down as a memo to self – here’s some more digital vomit for you in the form of some photographs:
A couple of days ago, I went to the woods with David, one of our neighbours, to find some wood to burn. For keeping us warm at home.
I enjoyed learning about different species of tree. David has grown up amongst trees and woodworking and I also grew up in the countryside playing among the trees. However, I think if pushed, naming three species would be my limit and I wouldn’t necessarily get them right either.




Today, by contrast, I had a job in Fleet Street in London. By complete contrast I should say. Met some nice folks who worked on designing oil and gas supply pipes and systems. After that, I went to visit my friend Dominic, who is a photographer, who we used to be a neighbour of and timed it right as he had some food ready for lunch.
I also met up with another photographer, Lucie, who is doing a project on Portrait Photographers. She’s done some great people so far and so was pleased to be on her list. I’ll link up with it when she has some stuff online.
Met up with a couple of photographers who I’ve got to know since moving to Dorset.
Both are avid users of film over digital and I thought I was the only one left. Brendan, who came over in the afternoon, brought along some prints and we had a good chat about technical matters relating to printing (quite nerdy really – that’s describing me by the way). I did a portrait of Brendan using his 6×6 SLR which was beautiful to use and then some on the Leica mainly as I’m on a roll at the moment with portraits. As long as people fall into the category of being human and have a head, I’m interested. If you don’t have a head, I’m still quite interested. I’m just obsessed with finding and portraying the (as I see it) inherent good in people.

There was late-night-shopping in Bridport, Christmas and all, and Rachel was helping on the treewise stall. It was very cold. Dry-and-brittle-with-smoke-coming-out-of-your-mouth cold. I took Elliot along to Santa’s Grotto. We’re very keen to encourage a sense and appreciation of magic and wonder in our children and it’s surprisingly difficult to do. The general impression I get is that even some children are adopting the concept of Father Christmas as a bit ‘wink-wink’ ironic.
Anyway, I also bumped into Michael Harvey who is a small-camera nut like me. He was out with his Leica and some fast film and he was using a viewfinder eyepiece that goes onto the hotshoe. I had a go and, honestly, if you thought capturing the world with a rangefinder camera was satisfying, uncomplicated and vital, just try it with this viewfinder. A measure of how nerdy I can be is that I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
Also, popped into the darkroom to do a bit of printing. Did two hours. Listened to Mark Radcliffe on Radio 2 and froze my fingers washing the prints.
And here, with no connection to this post is a recent snap of where we live. In the distance is Colmer’s Hill:

Lets project going really well. I’ve got more to post when I’ve processed the films but if you haven’t had a look, there are a few new ones (click on ‘LETS project’ page).
I’m finding portraits more and more just a matter of looking and making firm decisions. If I see something I like there are two options. Either I’m ready and I snap the shutter and and I have it or else I have to stop the subject moving when I feel they are being most authentically ‘them’. The key to this is physical contact. If I were to shout, as photographers have done for decades, “hold it” in an effort to buy me time while I get the camera into position, it would almost certainly burst the bubble of authenticity. If I were to gently but decisively grab hold of the subject’s arm, for instance, and quietly ask them not to move, the fact that a stranger has got hold of them will, more often than not, stop them in their tracks. I can then jump in and get as authentic a photo as possible with time enough to do a good job technically. It’s always worth doing. When I subsequently let the subject off the hook, there’s great relief all round which generally leads to further natural gestures.
Just thought I’d let you in on that one.
Christmas is jingling itself around our house accompanied, if not aided and abetted, by Chris Rea and George Michael singing their timeless MOR pop classics (not in person obviously).
This is sad to admit but I’m very excited by my recent purchase of a new saw. It’s for helping me with the logs we find for firewood but, honestly, table legs are looking tasty as are fence posts, clothes props (I did actually saw that up – oops) and broom handles.
I’ll get used to it.
This is a reply I gave to a friend’s enquiry. I’m posting it in-case it’s of use to anyone else. It was a question about blurred images when photographing family members:
“Blurring in low light is due to one of two things – either the subject is moving or you, the photographer, are moving. A way round this is to make sure the camera’s shutter goes ’snap’ very rapidly (a high shutter speed) – rapidly enough that you can ignore any movement. And the only way you can achieve this is by using a high ‘film speed’ or in your case a high ISO setting. You could also try moving the camera with your subject as you snap. This would mean that you’re all moving in the same direction at the same speed resulting in a sharper picture. And of course there’s always a tripod. This will sort the problem of your shaky hands but doesn’t solve the little ones hoofing about!”
Right. Here’s one they don’t always tell you (this post is only relevant if you’re interested in the nerdier, more technical aspects of making photographs by the way).
Tentatively leaving aside the massively important task of actually looking at and seeing your subject (no easy job), this is a quick look at the tools for the job.
Whatever lens you own, whether it’s a very expensive and well-made lens or whether it’s all you can afford and frankly a bit budget, there is a trick to help you get the most out of it in terms of it producing, sharp, quality images. And the trick is this. ALL lenses produce immesuarably better images if you close the lens down by a stop or two.
The real-world tip here is that when photographing in low light, for atmosphere for example, one is often forced to open the lens right up to get as much light in as possible – to say f2.8. Even though that’s a setting that’s there for you to use, it really is a last resort. If you were to close it down to just f4 – not much of a difference – the image quality leaps. Try it with a digital camera if you have one. Say you were at 60th-f2.8. You’d be inclined to think that for image quality, it’s worth hanging onto the 60th to perhaps avoid blur. A fair assumption but a much better move, in my opinion, is to brace yourself for a 30th and close the lens to f4.
The difference isn’t subtle. In nearly all my tests with various lenses, f2.8 looks ‘alright’ and by contrast f4 looks ‘great’.
I should point out that there are extremely well made lenses available (Leica for example) that are spectacular wide open but they’re rare. And expensive.
A right old ‘country’ day today.
Lit a fire before breakfast, went with Elliot to the home ed group in the village behind the tractor repair yard, got stuck into making Christmas Angels,

came back to find Rachel and Harper still not well and so, took Harper with me for some fresh air and to look for some wood for the fire, found some, chopped it up, helped bake bread and finally typed it all up on an apple mac laptop with a wireless broadband connection.

Ooh arr.
Can’t think of any really.
No, wait, I have. I’m going to approach this year on two levels. On the one hand I go about getting work and carrying out my photography as I always have done; practical steps, reasonable approaches and on the other, I make sure I have at least one completely far-fetched plan on the go at all times.
First out of the gate is my proposal that I’ve just sent off to ask if I can make a set of documentary photographs covering a year in the life of ‘someone well-known in their field’ (I’ll tell you who that is if I get anywhere with it).
I’m expecting one of three responses:
1. Yes, great, when can you start
2. No
3. it gets ignored
We shall see!
A quick round-up of photographs including one of the little sign I made for Elliot for Christmas. Some of these photographs were made with a telephone. Spectacular!
I’ve just written and recorded a new tune.
A nice little waltz that I’ve called ‘Arthur’s Son’.
If you don’t like it, you can keep your opinions to yourself!
Thought I’d start putting up a few of the photographs from my book ‘Home Entertainment’ for your enjoyment or otherwise.
First up is Boy George. When I met him he seemed a very intelligent man and had the same particularly sarcastic sense of humour that I’ve noticed in other performers.
I photographed him in a gents toilets in central London. Not like that.
In-case you don’t know who he is (seems unlikely), we have this from Wiki:
Boy George (born George Alan O’Dowd 14 June 1961 in Eltham, London) is an English singer-songwriter, who was part of the English New Romantic movement which emerged in the early 1980s. He helped give androgyny an international stage with the success of Culture Club during the 1980s. His music is often classified as blue-eyed soul, which is influenced by rhythm and blues and reggae. His 1990s and 2000s-era solo music has glam influences such as David Bowie and Iggy Pop. Being involved in many activities (among them songwriting, DJing, writing books, designing clothes and photography) he has released fewer music recordings in the last decade.
This is a previous post and I’m moving it to the front page because I was sad to hear that he’d died. I really hope he had some wonderful, joy-filled days during his time here. I’m sure he did.
I met John Martyn one lunchtime in a pub in Henley-on-Thames. He had been on the refreshments for quite a while before I turned up.
I had been scouting for a location and had found a nice looking doorway of a church. This was about 200 yards away but it still took a fair while for us to get there as I had the added problem of another pub between there and the one we were currently in. John felt obliged to pop his head in at this other watering hole on the way. I virtually had to manhandle him out of there.
He is a gentle and sweet man underneath all this. As we were crossing the road to the church, I told him that I dearly loved his album ‘Solid Air’ and apologised as I said I thought he must get people saying that all the time. He thanked me and said you’d be surprised and proceeded to sing for most of the rest of the time I was with him.
From Wiki:
“John Martyn (born Iain David McGeachy on September 11, 1948 in New Malden, Surrey, England) is a British singer-songwriter and guitarist. Over a forty-year career he has released twenty studio albums and worked with artists such as Eric Clapton, David Gilmour, and Phil Collins. Despite this, he has largely remained a cult figure.”
Empathy for the subject matter is everything.
Think of a subject that you’re passionate about. For me it’s simply people and how they behave but whatever it is for you, I’ll bet that it would be pretty easy for you to know what aspects you should include or exclude when photographing it.
The opposite must be true. If you find yourself looking through a camera at something that doesn’t really fire you then I would suspect, if you’re anything like me, that you’d be confused about what is important.
I write this because some of you may have had difficulty in ‘getting a good shot’. Not technically, that’s another matter, but aesthetically; getting a meaningful shot.
If you photograph what truly fires you up, you’ll stand more of a chance of making a document worth handing on.
I met Amy at her flat in Camden Town, London. I sat in the kitchen with her while she made me a cup of tea. Perfectly civil chat. Perfectly ordinary (that is to say, fast-talking) young woman. It’s all about the music.
From Wiki:
Amy Jade Winehouse (born 14 September 1983) is an English singer-songwriter, known for her eclectic mix of various musical genres including soul, jazz, rock & roll and R&B. Winehouse is best known for her soulful, powerful contralto vocals.
Winehouse’s 2003 debut album Frank did well, both commercially and critically, in her native Britain. It was nominated for the Mercury Prize. Her 2006 follow-up album Back to Black led to six Grammy Award nominations and five wins, tying the record for the most wins by a female artist in a single night, and made Winehouse the first British singer to win five Grammys, including three of the “Big Four”: Best New Artist, Record of the Year and Song of the Year. On 14 February 2007, she won a BRIT Award for Best British Female Artist; she had also been nominated for Best British Album. She has won the Ivor Novello Award three times, one in 2004 for Best Contemporary Song (musically and lyrically) for “Stronger Than Me”, one in 2007 for Best Contemporary Song for “Rehab”, and one in 2008 for Best Song Musically and Lyrically for “Love Is a Losing Game”, among other prestigious distinctions.
Took our little one in to Southampton General Hospital for a small operation today (he’s fine).
It’s no fun for our eldest being stuck indoors all day surrounded by (extremely well-intentioned) plastic noisy toys. I can’t say for certain how he felt of course but I didn’t enjoy it so there!
He was rewarded for his great patience by being given the job of driving Harper down to theater for surgery. He even reversed with his mirrors. Grandad Arthur would have been proud.

My online portfolio ‘petemillson.com’ is being moved to another server over the next few days (involving heavy lifting, use of a sack truck, security guards, everything) and I’ll announce its return when done.
All photography enquiries in the meantime to p.millson [at] virgin.net 07768 077353
Well that was quicker than I thought.
petemillson.com is back up and running.
It boasts no new improvements, no new images and best of all, no change in the extremely high standard of photography you can expect from me.
All aboard!
Just been digging through some old negatives and came across this of me and painter Phil Hale who I used to hang out with on an occasional basis. I tried whisky for the first time one evening at Phil’s studio as I played electric guitar and he played drums. The embarrassing fact that I’m tempted to omit is that I was aged 22 at the time.

And here’s one of Phil’s dramatic paintings:
I have the pleasure of being responsible for documenting the birth of the Bridport Community Orchard here in West Dorset.
Yesterday I took some pictures as the newly delivered trees were ‘heeled-in’ (to protect the roots from possible frost damage).
It all starts in earnest though this Saturday – the day of the planting.
I’ll keep you posted.
Yikes. I’ve just been offered space at the Bridport Arts Centre for my LETS project exhibition in May.
Let’s see now:
1. Are all the pictures done? NO
2. Have I written pithy captions to go with each image? NO
3. Have I sorted out extensive publicity surrounding the event? NO
4. Have I sorted out a book to go with the exhibition? NO
5. Have I made arrangements for a Private View? NO
And there we have it. A fantastic and inspiring document of the people of Dorset making good use of their skills and surviving despite a nationwide lack of cash.
I’d better get a move on.
A cherry picked selection of images will be posted on the LETS Project page as I go along and details of the event will be shouted from the rooftops nearer the time.
If you fancy learning how to look after your one and only apple tree in the garden or you need to get the best out of your rich uncle’s 10 acre orchard (and you can make a trip to West Dorset), there’s a chance to learn on the 7th Feb 2009.
I went to do a few photographs at today’s pruning course run by Treewise in the village where I live and found it pretty exciting which is odd because it didn’t have anything to do with either cameras, guitars or coffee. The tuition is by master pruner (if that’s the right term) David Squirrell.
Anyway, I was impressed so thought I’d pass it on.
Photographing people, for me, is ever such a delicate task. It almost involves getting the camera to your eye and letting the shutter go whilst at the same time sort of NOT doing that. What do I mean? (I wish I knew) I think the task is best tackled by having more than a passing interest in psychology or, at any rate, what people are like. Not just what they look like.
We all know the situation where a conversation with someone is going well: free, un-stressed, easy and then the camera comes into play and, bing, the atmosphere has changed. Sometimes imperceptably but it’s changed.
If one does get the shot, I’ll wager it is partly because you were paying attention to the person involved rather than just juggling light, exposure, viewpoint and moment.
Popped up this morning to the orchard up the road to let ‘George the Goose’ out of his shed and to put food out for him. Elliot and I went up. George was making a hell of a racket when we got there (par for the course I think). I looked at Elliot and Elliot looked at me. “You do it”, I said and so brave Elliot undid the latch. We’d already been told by our friends and neighbours, to whom George belongs, that he’s all mouth and no bite (or whatever the phrase is) but I was a little nervous that he might ‘go for us’.
Here’s a sequence of photographs of Elliot and George:
I’ve just happened across my copy of Black & White photography magazine from 2002. The now editor, Elizabeth Roberts, interviewed me about my approach to portraits.
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Making Faces
(An article by Elizabeth Roberts, which originally appeared in the August 2002 edition of ‘Black & White Photography’)


There are times when I think that being a journalist is a funny way of earning a living. There I am, standing outside a north London tube station waiting, once again, for a complete stranger to turn up. ‘I’m tall and wearing a T-shirt and glasses,’ he’d said over the phone. That description, it appears, covers roughly 50% of the male population walking past me. After 10 minutes or so, an old man with a craggy beard approaches. ‘Sorry I’m late darlin’, he yells, before doubling-up with laughter and heading off. Suddenly feeling rather conspicuous, I casually stroll up and down.
A couple of minutes later I hear my name being called and turning I see, bounding towards me, bespectacled and T-shirted, a tall young man, beaming. Phew. It’s Pete Millson. As we walk back to his house he strides beside me and we chat easily. By the time we get there he’s unwittingly answered my central question – what makes a good portrait photographer?
The answer is simple – he’s friendly, enthusiastic and at ease with himself – but there’s something else as well – he’s genuinely interested in other people.
But it’s time to get his side of the story. How did it all start? ‘ When I was young I played in bands and wanted to be in the music business,’ he says. ‘I was seeing a friend off at the airport on a long trip and he gave me a camera. I was thrilled with it. So amid all the emotional goodbyes I was asking him how to use it! I took a few rolls of film with it stuck on a middle setting – I’d no idea what I was doing,’ he says. ‘The results were terrible.’
He bought himself a teach-yourself-photography book and gradually began to learn. A friend showed him how to process film and he set up a basic darkroom at home. ‘I put together a portfolio of pictures of friends. I was still involved with bands so most of my pictures were musically orientated,’ he says.
He sent his portfolio to the New Musical Express and they invited him along to the office. ‘I must have caught them on a quiet day! I saw the art director and several other people and they seemed to like what I was doing,’ he says. ‘I was really bluffing at that stage – I still didn’t really know what was what – I was just really excited by taking pictures.’ Strongly influenced by Dutch photographer Anton Corbijn, Millson’s work was gritty and raw. ‘I was trying to teach myself just by copying him,’ he recalls. ‘I suppose that’s what appealed to NME.’
It was at this stage that he began to think about where his life was going. ‘I was in my early twenties and it began to dawn on me that if I didn’t get my act together I was going to have to do something really boring to earn a living,’ he explains. ‘But even so, I couldn’t really see where the photography was going.’
Nowadays, the work is regular, with a weekly interview column in the Guardian Friday Review called Home Entertainment. Pete works on this with journalist Will Hodgkinson who interviews while Pete photographs one famous person each week.
I was curious to know how an ‘ordinary guy’ like Pete felt about meeting the rich and famous and, more importantly, how he went about achieving an original and meaningful shot of someone who has been photographed ad infinitum. ‘It takes about half an hour for any awe to wear off – then you start to notice little things about the person – a shoelace undone or something – and you start to form an opinion of them.’ Few people, even the famous, he claims, like being photographed. ‘If I can make someone feel relaxed with me as a person, it’s a good start. So I just chat away.’ It isn’t difficult to imagine how Pete’s method would disarm even the most uptight.
To take a successful portrait, Pete believes, the subject must be almost unaware of the camera – as far as that is possible. ‘It took me a while to learn that,’ he says. ‘I didn’t understand at first what was going wrong – the pictures started to get worse. I knew all the technical stuff by then but what I didn’t realise was that the photographic skills, getting the right depth of field and exposure has to be learn so well it’s instinctive. Fiddling around with a camera or lighting while someone is just sitting there is disastrous. My job is to make the person feel relaxed. Once they are, then I jump in and get the picture – you have to wait until the real person emerges, and sometimes that’s only fleeting. It’s the hardest thing to do.’
Pete doesn’t pre-plan his sessions, preferring to take his chances with what comes up. He generally uses available light and works with handheld Nikon SLRs, occasionally using a Rolleiflex or Voigtlander rangefinder. What he ultimately aims for is capturing his subject in an unguarded moment when the tension and self-conciousness go out of the face. ‘I can’t really describe what happens,’ he says, ‘but you really know when it does. It’s nothing to do with what’s on the outside – it’s all to do with what’s going on within. The most important thing is to anticipate it because sometimes it only happens for an instant,’ he says. But, I wonder, how do you go about anticipating – what are the clues to be looked for? ‘Well, for instance, if you ask someone a question, momentarily they think about their answer – at that point they completely forget themselves and where they are. That’s the moment I dive in. You have to be observant.’
Pete admits that his method has taken some time to perfect. When he first started out he thought he ought to be doing the David Bailey approach – ‘That’s great darling, give me more’ – ‘Frankly, it scared me,’ he says, ‘I came to the conclusion I just couldn’t work like that. Now I’ve learnt there are all sorts of ways to be a photographer. I prefer to approach it quietly.’
Pete believes that good photography is largely down to editing. ‘You keep clicking away and you know you’re working towards something but you’re not quite there – and then you realise why, like maybe you’re standing in the wrong place, and it all begins to fit. Eventually you get one frame that does it – but that’s all you were after.’
You sense that, for him, his real passion is people. ‘I think we’re fascinating. Most people look great – they just don’t think they do. It all comes from inside. That’s exciting.’
I can’t pretend I’m not very pleased, not to mention excited, about an email I received a few days ago. The Curator of Photography at the National Portrait Gallery in London expressed his interest in acquiring six of my portraits. I’ll let you know who the portraits are of when I’ve signed, sealed and delivered the prints later on this month.
How jolly exciting. I just wonder what the 15 year old Pete Millson would have made of it.
Having just written the title to this post made me think of my late Dad. I’ll write more about him in the future.
This post however is about just how mean I’ve found myself capable of being. I’m constantly telling the whole family not to leave the fan-heater on in the bathroom. The other night however, I said not to worry and just to leave it on. They were surprised. What I didn’t tell them was that I’d just read in a houseplant book that the ‘Maidenhair Fern’ in the bathroom needs warmth.
We had a nice day today in West Bay:
I was waiting in the car, stopped at the lights, today in Bridport, the nearest town to where I live and happened to glance in the window of Beach & Barnicott, a café/bar (which seems quite a relaxed and friendly place). There in the window was a poster about a gig featuring a band I hadn’t heard of. As I read-on I discovered it was me playing. Paul, who had asked me to play (and who is ill at the moment and won’t be playing alongside this Wednesday), had neglected to tell me the name we were playing under.
I think I’ll check them out.
Haven’t written much for a while. Hello again.
I’ve been busy with lots of things, the main one of course being my job as Dad! That takes up precisely 100% of my time and I fit everything else into the gaps.
This week I take six of my portraits to the NPG. I’ve had some beautiful 16×12 inch prints made and it seems a shame to hand them over really! I’m going up to London to hand them over myself. There’s no real need for me to do this; I could get a courier to deliver them for me but it seems too important (to me) to not go there myself. The scenario could still be that I’m met by an office assistant that takes them out of my hands and just says “cheers” but there we are.
On Sunday we turned our front room into a gallery and invited people to come and see some of my LETS work in progress as well as lots of my other portraits from over the years. It was a bit of a trial just to see how it would work in practice and we’re quite excited about telling more people about it next time. There’s an ‘open studios’ week coming up soon here in Bridport, art capital of Bridport, and we’re aiming to be part of that.
And the daybefore found me doing my 10-minute slot as part of a Music-A-Thon for a local music charity. I had duly rehearsed and honed my 3 singer-songwriter classics and was put on the back foot a little when I got there to find I was on soon after the local bell-ringers had finished their slot. I hope my introspective nonsense went down alright. Everyone clapped I suppose! It was lots of fun singing unamplified in a great church hall.
Rachel’s just shouted up the stairs that supper’s ready so that’s it for this post!
Delivered the prints on Friday to the NPG.
I met up with my friend Vicki (who, by an astonishing coincidence, edited my book ‘Home Entertainment’) which really made my day. After signing the back of these huge bromide prints in pencil whilst trying not to spill coffee over them in Pret a Manger we went to drop them off. I’d timed it perfectly as both the curator of photography and his main assistant were having lunch and so, as predicted, I handed the artwork over to another assistant. To make sure I remembered that I am an unknown photographer and not (yet) a celebrated artist, the assistant, just as we were getting up to leave asked, ‘sorry, your name is?’.
Here are the portraits:
Ray Davies
Sanjeev Bhaskar
Michael Nyman
Keith Allen
Bert Jansch
Billy Childish
Me about to go in – photo kindly taken by Vicki.
No matter, Vicki, as soon as we got out the door into the sunshine, said that it was time for a celebration (in the form of a pint) and we headed off to an old Soho watering hole. These soho pubs look quite ordinary at first glance. The people inside them do too. But if you look and listen closely, as I can’t help myself doing, you find that these aren’t normal people having normal conversations. I heard about which authors penguin are planning to sign up (and the woman to sign them up was drinking lime juice and something) and how shoddy a certain terrestrial television company are when it comes to acquiring new talent. One of the ‘TV’ crowd then answered a call and appeared to be about to hire someone ‘great’.
Vicki and I had a chat about how we met on a plane to New York, in an effort to keep up.
What else? Umm… yes, went to stay over at my Mum’s which was lovely. It doesn’t matter how old you are, you still end up being fed, watered and cuddled without a thought to the fact you’re not 6 anymore. I love it. My two boys had a lovely time, they always do.
Also popped over to friends of ours where we used to live in London and helped clearing their allotment by having a bonfire and throwing everything on it.
This week back in Dorset I have a rehearsal with the band, a meeting about some work and some shelves to sort out.
You can keep your soho lifestyle, plodding about in a daze suits me fine.
Wrote a new song last night and it’s the best one I’ve written as far as I’m concerned. Two things to note: 1. My friend and neighbour Kim has written the words (that makes it already better than most of my others) and 2. I haven’t finished it yet.
That said, download it here.
I’ve read before that being near the sea will influence your work whether you like it or not. That could be cobblers of course but I think this photograph shows something (and I don’t mean the back view of someone – pedants take note).
Also, talking of the sea (?), Polly Harvey (PJ Harvey) played a gig last night at our local Arts centre with John Parish. The director of the Arts centre offered me a free ticket but I, for some reason, honored my rehearsal that was already scheduled instead. Shame I missed it but the rehearsal was a good gig too. Shame you missed it.
In the same way that a book reminds you that the world can only be viewed through one set of eyes – yours – so a photograph has the same effect. A ‘mass-media’ claims there is a collective vision. There can’t be.
Interesting or (more likely) a load of old toss? I shall leave it with you.
Here, though, is a round-up of recent family snaps:
There’s now a page showing a list of my portraits at the NPG.
The images aren’t available to view online yet but should be at some point in the near future.
Last Sunday (29 March 2009) there was another volunteer day on the Bridport Community Orchard.
On the list of things to do was to move a section of the hedging, dig a pond (not easy) and build a beetle bank.
It’s going to be a very valuable resource for everyone. Think of that, pop into town for your bits and bobs and go and have a sit in the orchard and watch the clouds go by. And relax.
I have the job (not much of a job when there’s people around you digging a pond it has to be said) of documenting its progress and with that in mind, here’s some photographs from the day: click me.
On Saturday last, myself and neighbour David were helping provide the entertainment at a LETS Trading Day in Dorchester. I bought some butter knives for 3 LETS and booked myself in for a back massage for 25 LETS. At one point, David and I found ourselves outside on the pavement with our instruments. This was to help draw the punters in, we were told. I wonder, though.
Also, found a lovely photograph on a roll of film from a recent trip to a quarry on Portland.
There’s also a finished version of my song ‘Forgetting It All’ here.
I hope you have a happy Easter time.
Hello. A new song written. Very pleased with it and I think that buying a guitar strap and recording it stood up helped. Like you care.
All is going well with my next photography exhibition; LETS SEE: portrait of a community. I still have about 15–20 portraits to do in the next couple of weeks and so I’m a little anxious but then again, it’s only some photos up on a wall: I’ll pop the kettle on.
Hey, look; here’s the boys out in the garden.
I was send a photo by a friend the other day.
Like other photographers, I suffer from a bad back quite frequently. I put this down to always carrying my camera bag on my left shoulder and always having a camera round my neck. It turns out it’s not just that though; it turns out I sometimes have appalling posture; as seen here:
Still, got a great picture as I remember.
Like more ants pouring out of a fissure in a wall, here come some more photographs from your computer screen. When will it end. Soon I think as my drawing is coming on a treat.
Nearly finished the photography for the LETS SEE exhbition next month (24 June–18 July Bridport Arts Centre, South Street, Bridport, Dorset). After that is printing, mounting, writing captions, publicity and all the usual. In one way, this is just a big advert up on a wall in Bridport for a few weeks but in another way, it’s something I HAVE to do or I go mad: photograph people that is.
Just got a delivery of paper today and so I shall spend part of this evening enjoying the unalloyed pleasure that is making contact sheets in the darkroom.
Some recent photographs (some of which are part of LETS SEE):
I’ve just been digging around amongst my boxes of prints and came across a 16×12 black & white photograph of a man called Will. The print was made on Agfa Record Rapid paper (no longer available) and it stopped me in my tracks.
I’m quite happy with the prints that I make on Ilford MG FB but, honestly, you may never know how deep a photograph can look until you’ve held it in your hands. I understand it’s something to do with the high silver content of the paper and that other papers are available today that compare: Ilford Gallerie to name but one.
It’s quite possible–and understandable–that you may only know photographs from their representation on the screen in front of you or from machine made prints made on reasonable looking paper. Even if I were to scan this print to show you here, I wouldn’t be able to show you what I can see.
All of this is very exciting from where I look. It means that for the images that connect with me on the contact sheet or on a preview scan, I now know that I can make an image to grab one’s soul and remind us quite clearly how important and interesting all our lives are.
Finished printing the last of the portraits for the LETS SEE exhibition yesterday. I’ve been using two different darkrooms. One belongs to the photographer George Wright and that one I can only use from when it gets dark (about 10.00pm!) because neither George or myself have yet got round to fully blacking it out. The other is Tara Wickham’s darkroom at Beaminster school. This I can use in the daylight hours. I’m really grateful to both of them for allowing me in to print. Prints are now being flattened under the weight of a load of heavy photography books.
This post is mainly to let you know that my portraits at the National Portrait Gallery can now be viewed online: link here.
For those of you reading this in the west Dorset area, may I remind you that the Private View of my exhibition is at 8.00pm this Wednesday (24 June) at the Bridport Arts Centre, South Street, Bridport.
Come for the cheap wine and good company if nothing else.
My brother-in-law has just tipped me off about a new David Byrne/Brian Eno album. Anyone know if it’s any good?
Here’s my portrait of David Byrne. As I’ve written elsewhere, he seemed to me like a slightly unhinged english teacher. Happy to chat as I remember and full of ideas.
From Wiki:
David Byrne (born May 14, 1952) is a Scottish-American musician and artist perhaps best known as a founding member and principal songwriter of the new wave band Talking Heads, which was active between 1974 and 1991. Since then, Byrne has released his own solo projects on record, and worked in a variety of media, including film, photography, opera, and Internet-based projects. He has received Grammy, Oscar, and Golden Globe awards for his achievements.
Just to let you know that if you’re in the Bridport area tomorrow (Wed 24th June), then come over to the Community Orchard between 10.30am and 4.30pm and enjoy some BEE fun.
Details here.
Thanks to all who came to the Preview of the LETS SEE exhibition and there were a lot of you. I still managed to keep a bottle of red wine aside for another day though so all good news. It’s worth noting, because name-dropping carries weight in our media-led society, that singer and songwriter Billy Bragg was there. Now, I’m in two minds as to whether or not I should mention that he was there anyway as he was playing a gig later on in the evening and could well have been killing time waiting for friends to arrive. I think I probably won’t mention it. Seemed to like the work though. I would have found out what he thought of it myself but I was chatting to people at the time.
Good responses from those I’ve spoken to and quite a few emails and phone calls adding same.
I’ve got that usual deflated feeling now that comes after finishing something. To counter it I am making notes on what I’d like to explore next. Two things I’ve written in my notebook are 1. the grace and ballet of the BMX community and 2. affectionate gestures. I don’t think they’re related.
Also, photographed a wedding in London on Saturday. A long day and I’m not particularly looking forward to editing-down 950-odd frames.
Mustn’t grumble; tomorrow is another day and unless I’m very much mistaken there is a supply of coffee in the cupboard.
I have one lonely drawing for sale at the moment.
Click here.
I will be doing more but if you or anyone you know likes this sort of thing (no accounting for taste etc.) then please buy a print.
I hope the sun is shining where you are. If it isn’t, it will soon.
I’m aiming to play my songs at a local ‘open mic’ night in town. I’ve got to make sure I can rope-in some moral supporter(s) to come along but I’m really wanting to play my new songs. I’m also hoping to cover one of Roddy Frame’s. To me, and to others, he is one of the great singer-songwriters and his music would be on my list for a desert island; especially this one which I’m hoping to include in the set.
I photographed Roddy back in 2002 and ended up playing guitar with him for part of the afternoon: swapping chords and watching his playing closely. He’s been writing songs that touch the heart since his teens.
Incase this looks like ‘showing-off’ or name dropping, rest assured, it is.
I’ve just updated my page of wedding images. If you can think of a less-gripping blog entry than this, I’d love to hear about it.
Beautiful new images via this link.
The LETS SEE portraits exhibition comes down close of play tomorrow (Saturday 18 July) so if you’re anywhere near Bridport, pop your head in and have a look. Some of my best portraits to date are in there; even if I say so myself.
All is not lost as far as access to those images go however. I’ve got a beautiful book now available (softback £14.95) gathering together all the photographs and accompanying text from the show.
It’s a great book for any fan of classic small-camera portraits, the documenting of communities and for anyone who would like to know a little more about the fantastic trading system that is LETS.
Should I copyright that word?
Anyway, someone said “join twitter as it’s good for networking/work opportunities”. Of course it isn’t. It’s another well designed waste of my time here on earth, as is this blog in a way (apologies to those of you who enjoy reading this!). I’d never seen twitter until today and I’ve duly signed up (username: petemillson) and, if you’ve never seen it, it asks: what are you doing? The answer is, of course, wasting my time typing crap into an electric typewriter.
Follow my activities on there. It won’t take long!
Quite enjoying twitter actually. It’s great. I find myself desperately trying to think of something interesting to say, realising I’m saying it to no-one (or myself) and what’s more I rack-up a bigger phone bill from texting in the process.
It’s the way forward!
Not so much a new song as three verses sung one after the other with, as yet, no sign of any sort of arrangement.
For your listening pleasure.
Here.
First off, apologies for the rather flippant tone of my last post. I annoy myself sometimes; it feels like I’m saying something smart but it turns out I’m being a twit.
Right, if anyone can get to the Half Moon in Melplash, West Dorset tonight I’d be delighted as I need some moral support: my first gig on my own at an ‘open mic’ night. I was going to be doing just one gig this week (at ‘No.10′, East Street, Bridport on Thursday night) but after talking to another local songwriter, I find out there are 3 ‘open mic’ nights this week: and I intend to do them all.
I’m always apologetic with my answer to the question: ‘what sort of music do you play?’ and describe it as the ‘usual singer-songwriter nonsense’; mainly because I’m shy of saying what I really think which is that they’re some of my best songs I’ve ever written – come and hear them!
Last night’s gig went well. It’s not really a proper gig: it’s an open mic night where you turn up and do your bit but from the way I was getting all worked up about it beforehand I might as well have been opening for the Kings of Leon.
It was good fun though and I now remember the difference between playing your songs at home in the front room and standing up at a microphone and singing it to a crowd. At first I was playing and singing carefully to make sure I got things right but then I realised that it’s important to be aware of the atmosphere or ‘vibe’ in the room and play to that. I also realised that you need to perform not just sing. I don’t mean turn into someone else, just give it your absolute best shot.
All this analysis from a small gig in an out-of-the-way country pub: calm down dear.
Next gig: The Axminster pub (in Axminster), Wednesday 30 July 2009 about 9.00pm.
Gone midnight as I type this (VERY late for me these days).
Just come back from doing my second open mic night. Very excited about how it went. I sang my little heart out tonight and the songs are sounding MUCH better. Had a chat with Elijah Wolf. Very nice man. He was playing one of my favorites of his as I got there. Also I was very pleased that my neighbour, friend and bandmate (when I’m folk-ing it) David and his stepdaughter Ella came along for moral support.
I’m aiming to do some recording this week if I have time as I think my voice is sounding much better and the song arrangements are falling into place.
Looking forward to playing tomorrow night too (No.10 bar, East Street, Bridport, west Dorset).
The week ahead looks like this:
Meeting about new exhibition in Weymouth; meeting about documentary photographs project about a new artisan bakery and master baker; start making a shot list for new personal documentary project (the grace and ballet of the BMX world – something like that); delivering my children to friends’ parties; recording some new songs; open mic in Axminster (new songs again); job photographing a waterwheel; gig at Beach & Barnicott with ‘The Yellow Room’ (Tuesday evening); tidy up my desk.
There will also be looking after my children; wasting time on the internet and washing up to fit in too.
I write all this as I can never remember what I’m supposed to be doing unless someone has nailed me down to a time.
Main task this week: get a bit more organised.
Some photographs:
If you like holding great photographs in your hand and would like to hold some of my great photographs in your hand (feel free to put them down afterwards) then follow the link below and treat yourself to something nice to go on your wall (or wherever you like).
Just come back from hanging a new exhibition in Weymouth.
Come and see it, it’s on for the next month or so. See the wonderful portraits; see the beautifully captured moments that elegantly describe the human condition; and come for the BREAD!!
The exhibition is the opening ‘show’ at the new PHOENIX BAKERY, the next delicious chapter in the story of Aidan Chapman: artisan baker (and sometime drummer so he tells me) second to none. Aidan was a key reason for the success of the Town Mill Bakery in Lyme Regis. Well now you can set your SatNav for St Thomas Street, Weymouth. Due to open Thursday (13 August 2009).
Breads, pastries, coffee, a nice sound system and some photographs to enjoy.
Mainly family and friends but as they constitute part of my lifetime’s work, fair game for popping up on the blog.
Have a lovely week.
Lots of things to consider when we photograph people. Or so it seems.
Big decisions to be made about camera, lenses, film (or which lever to pull on your computer). Then there’s light, lighting, viewpoint, moment. But I’ll bet that whenever you’re presented with a photograph of yourself, the first thing you’ll be looking for is ‘what you look like’. Of course that photograph was brought to you by the wonder of cameras, lenses and all the above but the thing that really stands out is the fact that what is up for discussion is a representation of a real person.
So I would say that beyond having a working camera in your hand with some means of recording an image, the MAIN thrust of all your efforts needs to be on LOOKING AT PEOPLE AND THINKING ABOUT WHAT YOU SEE.
Here’s a photograph of my brother from 1998. It’s alright and everything but I remember not really paying attention and I feel it shows.
And here’s a recent photograph of one of my boys where I feel I WAS paying attention.
I wrote a tune this morning while washing up and worked out how to ‘transcribe’ it this evening using the ‘teach yourself recorder book 1′.
I’m so excited about this: my first bit of ‘written down’ music.
Not so certain you’ll be that excited though.
Have a listen here.
Made (a little) progress on the BMX project today.
Went with my eldest to our local bike shop (Revolutions) to get him some new ‘bars’ (that’s technical vernacular for ‘handlebars’. Don’t mention it) for his bike which was my bike back in the day (some day in the early 80s) – a lovely Skyway TA. The chap at the shop who is always very helpful but who’s name I keep forgetting to ask said that Rob who runs the Trick Factory (indoor skatepark) in Bridport is well connected and is always helpful.
And so, later that morning, I bump into Rob by chance. He is indeed friendly and helpful and I’ve arranged to go and pop my head in on a late night ‘sesh’ tomorrow (Tuesday 25 August). He’s up for the idea of this being candid, available light and ‘real’. I’m going to talk to the council about some funding too as they’ve just shelled-out for a fantastic new concrete skatepark over in Dorchester and so would, I imagine, be keen to show off what they’ve paid for. And to delight all those who live in west Dorset with an exhibition of beautiful photographs of course.
After putting the new bars on the bike I’m now a little envious of it. It’s not too much of a problem though as I would almost certainly look a bit of a prawn riding it.
A right old crappy grey day today.
Weirdly though, I got it into my head that it was down to me to have a nice day and not down to the weather at all. So I did my usual round of phone calls to clients old and new mainly to remind them what a good idea it is to commission a real photographer who might know how to help as opposed to someone who has a camera (meaning someone who has a camera but who is aiming to pass themselves off as a photographer). Anyway, ranting away as usual.
Next, I met with the son of someone I photographed for my last project and show. He was very nice. We had a coffee at the Arts Centre and we chatted about how to go about a career in photography. I gave it my best shot but told him in all honesty that there is a lot of ‘winging-it’ involved.
Went home to get my film cameras and back out to do a portrait of the great portrait photographer George Wright in Bridport for the local Marshwood Vale magazine cover. More coffee and then I shot some nice side-lit portraits. It’s great when you realise portraits are about people. You do need to pay attention to light and the design of the frame but mainly it’s realising that you’re there to ‘record’ something.
The s*** weather continued and I continued to ignore it and wrote a four foot long message on a chalk board in the kitchen:
‘KEEP CALM – CARRY ON’.
On Thursday I went to do some portraits of the photographer George Wright in Bridport. I would describe George as charming, friendly and ever so slightly grand.
I’m aiming to process the films this weekend and am fairly certain there’s some grand portraits in there. I took a couple of test frames for reference on the old electronic ‘modern-era’ camera. Here’s one now. I’ll post the real thing asap.
I’m due to be doing some photographs of Elijah Wolf at the end of this month. It’s going to be at a music venue in Yeovil and the idea is to have use of the stage lighting set-up and to go after some authentic and credible ‘live’ shots only with the added bonus that I could potentially shout stop and the band would stop playing and won’t have me thrown out of the venue.
I’ll post some photographs when I have them.
Here’s a ‘live’ photograph from one of the actual gigs I played at recently (kindly sent by Rob Stone).
Last Saturday morning I went to visit Aidan Chapman at the Phoenix Bakery in Weymouth. It was an early start for me as I needed to be there for 6.00am although, according to Aidan, that’s a lay-in for him.
I’ve been commissioned to do some photographs of both the bread and, more importantly in a way, the ‘process’: the fact that this is bread made by hand by someone who’s spent the last 20 years doing nothing but making it. It shows.
When I visited last month to hang my exhibition (still on – go and see it) I had a feeling that it was not actually possible for Aidan to have made all the bread, rolls, pastries, cakes, savories and pizzas that morning: it would have required a team of bakers. But I’ve seen it with my own eyes now. In about three and a half hours, he filled every shelf and display with bread and all the rest by himself. Flour flying; dough being beaten into submission and then lovingly coaxed into shape; oven doors flapping away: awesome! The only help came from coffee and some Gill Scott Heron playing on the sound system. Mel, who runs the actual shop turned up later and was equally impressive at not letting anyone out of the shop without having bought something nice.
Some photographs:
As promised, here is the final print from my set of portraits of photographer George Wright. I’m very pleased with it. Something about the (barely visible in this photograph) eyes I think:
Found an old portfolio of mine from soon after I started taking photographs. It was the one I showed to the NME back in about 1993/1994. They gave me work for the next couple of years or so, on and off.
My what a shoddy job I did of fixing the prints: they’re all yellowing badly now. What I’m surprised about though is that I feel they’re quite good. I was trying to emulate the Dutch photographer Anton Corbijn. I don’t think they’re particularly similar but there’s at least something of his influence there.
Also, talking of back in the day, I was sent a photograph by an old friend Richard Heyes. It shows myself and my family and that’s me home from London where I’d recently moved to. By the look of things, I must have thought I was ‘it’ but it might perhaps be closer to the truth to say I was a little bit of a tit. Don’t know. I’ve got no perspective on myself: I’m always living in my head. I love this photograph though; it’s one of my favourites. It reminds me how lovely my parents were. I must quickly point out that my Mum STILL IS lovely but sadly Dad’s no longer around. It’ll be 10 years ago next year that he died and I’m keen to ‘do’ something. I can’t quite think what but I’ve got some ideas.
Richard Heyes taught me how to load and process my very first roll of film in his parents’ garage in Thatcham, Berks. I think of him every time I load a film to this day.
Ooh. I drifted off there into the past.
Back to earth. I’ve got an exciting shoot tomorrow in a wood. I’ve been spending tonight reminding myself how I light photographs as I’ve been mainly working with the light that I find this last year. Details to follow.
As mentioned earlier this month I’ve been to do my first batch of photographs of Elijah and Ava Wolf over at the Orange Box in Yeovil, Somerset.
Nice treat to have a free gig for mine and the sound man’s ears only. The aim for Elijah and Ava was to ‘nail’ their monitor sound before their other dates later in the year.
Trickier than I remembered. When they’re actually in the middle of delivering a passionate and authentic live vocal is nearly always the very worst moment to let the shutter go in my opinion. It’s just before or just after. It took me a while to remember.
Looking forward to the next part of the shoot. Portraits: my favourite.
Some photographs:
I photographed Stephen Merchant and Ricky Gervais in 2002.
Like others, I’d first spotted Ricky Gervais on the ’11 o’clock show’. I remember seeing him on there and feeling like I’d seen someone from my family. That isn’t supposed to sound weird (although it does). I don’t quite know what I mean it’s just that I was very much aware that I was watching someone who made me feel giddy with the accuracy of his comments. It turned out he was from Reading, where I was born and grew up and so I thought that might be the explanation to the feeling of familiarity I was getting.
In the Office and in Extras I was seeing people from my childhood so accurately described that I swear they’ve (Ricky and Stephen Merchant) had access to the inside of my head.
Now, in 2009, I’m firmly of the opinion that Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant are the Picasso-like, important artists of our time and all from just having observed people in their world and what they do so closely as to leave you speechless. Aside from bringing up my boys, watching people (and photographing what I see) is what drives me on too: it’s so important to describe what you see and what you’ve learnt.
I think that feeling of familiarity I had was that here were two people doing what I feel I have to do with my time here: and doing it so well. It sort of goes without saying that Ricky and Steve’s work makes me laugh; what does need to be said though is that their work is so important that the world depends on it: that is if you fancy a world where people living together and understanding each other is important.
The point of describing others, with empathy and affection and in whatever medium, is to say clearly: ‘someone has been a witness to the eternally beautiful phenomenon that is your life’.
By which I mean I can’t remember which street; or even which town.
Spent a whole day printing contact sheets and the odd few prints in the darkroom today: my idea of fun. I found this frame at the end of a roll. I remember taking it as I remember going after a tangle of limbs but it was obviously a short lived (but successful I think) project as the film ran out and the next roll shows another subject entirely.
If any of you are in or near Bridport, west Dorset tomorrow (Saturday 10 October), there is an Apple Day at the community orchard off South Street. See you there.
As of this month (October 2009) (and if you’re anywhere near west Dorset) you can get hold of a free ‘print’ of my portrait of George Wright (you never know) in the shape of a copy of this month’s ‘Marshwood Vale magazine‘.
How nice.
Did the shoot of Elijah and Ava today. They’re just putting the finishing touches to their new single and I’m here to get the ball rolling on some artwork.
The edit is ‘in-progress’ but this one popped out of the pile immediately.
I shall post a selection in due course.
I also shot some black & white in a ‘greasy spoon’ café in Bridport. I shot them after we’d finished our fry-up though. Priorities.
At the suggestion of Tara Wickham, head of photography at Beaminster senior school, I am developing my negatives for much longer. It has taken me the best part of 20 years to work this out. This is the great thing about photography: there’s always something you can improve and there are always things to learn.
Still not really finished an edit but I like these.
There’s a new set of prints just up in the café at the Phoenix Bakery in Weymouth.
If you’re anywhere even near Weymouth, you owe it to yourself to try some of the good food that Aidan Chapman makes there. And, no, I’m not on commission.
If you’re too far away (or just too lazy), you can have a look at some of the photographs as ‘electronic versions’ here.
My favourite songwriters? Well, let’s see: Paul McCartney; Paddy McAloon; Roddy Frame; Neil Finn… you know. I was brought up on Radio 2.
I went out to take some photographs of our local remembrance parade and ceremony today. I don’t really have any connection with anyone in the armed forces but I’m always humbled by the sight of a crowd of people in silence. I find myself thinking of anyone who’s no longer here.
One thing that occurs to me is to take notes. Write things down: details, names, thoughts, quotes etc.
When the films are processed, go back to the notes and write the relevant film number down alongside them. This will begin to make the final photographs much more valuable as documents as I will have relevant written observations to go with the visual.
Remember that the frame that tells the story or that ‘hits the nail on the head’ could be anywhere on any roll of film. The benefit of note-taking is that once you marry-up the notes with the storytelling image – you have a document.
This is a more fruitful way of working than finding the ‘great photographs’ and then trying to think of something to say about them.
All of this is a new approach for me and I’m very excited by it.
Whatever it takes I suppose.
Hello.
This week’s turning out to be fun and exhausting. Not exhausting in the same way that a coal miner would use the term but, you know, relatively.
I’ve been spending each day photographing some great names from the book world for the Bridport Literary Festival (and getting in to hear them talk for free). All going well; all a bit of a rush job. I had a chat with the author Margaret Drabble and said to her that I reckoned that, in the end, we’re all the same. She remained quite quiet for a while and so I got on with a few more portraits but then said that she thought I was probably right.
I don’t half talk rubbish sometimes.
Also this week (today in fact) there was a meeting with Tricia Hawkins of the Bridport Community Orchard group to start the ball rolling on their up-coming exhibition at the Bridport Arts Centre in January. It involved coffee of course.
Then there’s enquiries about doing a photographic document about the trials and tribulations of two local stone carvers. One of whom designs typefaces for Adobe and lectures thereon.
Finally and most importantly, it was my eldest son’s seventh birthday this week.
It’s all going on this week in Bridport.
And here’s a rare portrait of me (looking gormless) by my lovely wife:
Writing notes whilst doing photographs can also lead to a clearer idea of where to point the camera.
Without any thought as to what it is you’re observing, it’s very difficult to know where to point the camera.
To make a note such as: ‘this person is somehow in-charge’ means that you would have a nice, clear objective. You then put your feelers out for a situation and moment that shows this.
It won’t always work this way. I would imagine a lot of the time that note-taking and photography will be un-related (the bringing-together of the two comes in the edit) but now and again one will lead to the other on the spot.
A very enjoyable week last week photographing some very interesting people.
Some photographs:
Just a reminder that my exhibition of various black & white work together with my pictures of a morning shift are still on at the PHOENIX BAKERY CAFE in Weymouth. Go and have a look if you’re in the area.
Planting of the new apple trees at the town orchard has been put back because of Jack Frost and his antics. Doesn’t mean we can’t sing to the trees that are already in place though does it?
Here are a couple of photographs from last Sunday’s wassailing at the Bridport Community Orchard (more available via ‘BRIDPORT COMMUNITY ORCHARD’ above):
The quest for originality is utterly pointless.
The point of any artist’s work is to describe the world as the artist sees it. To be ‘checking-out’ what others have done in order to know where to make adjustments to one’s own output places you in a race situation; in a competition situation. Viewers won’t respond to a piece of work because it is ‘better’ than the rest but rather because it ‘speaks’ to them.
Others’ work can inspire and excite but for me it can also upset, de-rail and confuse. People with strong opinions and a persuasive personality are something I watch out for as being in their company quite often leaves me with the impression that my work is no good and that I have nothing to say. What I have to say is what I have to say. My job is to describe well what I think about people and what I feel is good about people; to describe dignity; to have witnessed others.
Have started a project documenting Portland in Dorset.
I have a guide and he is as interesting as the island and so I think the photographs will end up being as much about him as about the island. I will go into more detail as soon as I’m about half way through my shot list; I’ll know if I have something by then.
Here’s one off a roll of film today and it looks suspiciously like a landscape which isn’t like me at all. One of my titles from my shot list just says, “the wind from the south west’.
Look at this.
A friend Rob Lee, multi-instrumentalist, producer and all-round good egg has recorded the folk trio I play for and has put a mini site together. There you can enjoy some of the music we play and also look longingly at our faces represented by pixels on your very own monitor.
The Yellow Room are available for hire – for a very reasonable fee.
Here are some photographs I did recently of woodman Mace Brightwater in west Dorset, where I live. Another example of someone who knows their craft. It was fascinating to watch and these photographs are from the half hour I was with him: the plan is to go back and do more.
From tonight you’ll be able to see some of the photographs from the first year in the life of the Bridport Community Orchard – at the Bridport Arts Centre on South Street, Bridport.
You can also find out about future plans and how you can become a member too.
The opening is tonight (Tuesday 26 January 2010) if you find yourself in the area.
Something I’ve been mulling-over for a while now is the idea of scale in a photograph.
Here are a couple of snaps of my eldest climbing a hill near us. The back of someone’s head doesn’t really make for a winning photograph I know but I had my youngest son under the other arm; and I’m lazy. What interests me is that it’s essentially the same photograph but one ‘works’ – gives you a sense of the steepness of the climb and the effort involved – and one doesn’t. It all appears to be to do with the scale of the subject in relation to the surroundings.
Went to judge a photography competition at Beaminster School (Beaminster, Dorset) last night. Myself and Stuart Broom had been invited by photography tutor (and landscape photographer) Tara Wickham to do the judging only, to be honest, we could have done with another couple of hours to come to a decision about the winners.
It was a bit of a mad rush to mark 200-odd photographs for their technical merit, composition, content, imagination and style in about an hour. I was totally fair though and got more and more ruthless as the clock kept ticking. Sunsets showed little imagination but may have scored well on technical merit; pictures with a great shape and style to them also won points but if too dark or too light etc… you get the point. The thing I found hard was, living in the post-Lomo/digital vomit/facebook age means that quite a few of what would traditionally be regarded as technically poor prints I found I really liked. I decided to err on the side of the accepted meaning of ‘high technical standard’ though and steer clear of interpretative ‘Art’. The standard was pretty good and it’s interesting to note that all the finalists were girls.
I enjoyed doing it and just thanked the Lord that I wasn’t up there being ‘marked’ when I first started to take photographs.
Of interest to perhaps only my Mum, here are some recent snaps. This is the whole point of having your own blog though, yes?
Here it is then: proof that I am now contractually obliged to stand up (or sit down, I haven’t decided) and sing like a sensitive artist-type on the 23rd February 2010 at bar No. 10, East Street in Bridport, west Dorset. I’m once again very nervous and all that but am really trying hard to remember that I’m there to entertain. Honestly, what was I thinking.
Seriously though, come along. It’ll be great.
Sorry, not a post all about that delightful stopping-off point on the Picadilly line (which I do miss weirdly?). No, in fact this is about your actual green woodworking.
I went over to West Bexington on Monday to photograph Mace Brightwater at work at Bodger’s Barn where you can learn all sorts of new and useful real skills. It was truly fascinating to watch. I kept thinking of the audience challenges on the Generation Game and wondering how I’d fare if it was my turn next.
Then I woke up and got on with the photographs.
Went for a day out to (slightly) sunny Sidmouth in Devon yesterday with family.
I saw a father and daughter walking on some rocks as we were walking along the ‘front’. There were a lot of things that came together at once: the light, their reaching out for each other and my nearly tripping over my eldest as I took it. I gave my details to the suddenly suspicious father as I thought he might like a print for old times sake.
I think photographers can be perceived as odd sometimes. I can’t help it!
Which means I went to do the open mic in Axminster last night. I thought it went quite well: sang like a girl as usual. Elijah Wolf was very encouraging and relentlessly ‘up’ as ever. If you do ever bump into Elijah (it’s possible), just have a chat for a while: you’ll leave feeling rejuvinated!
THE GIG: 23 February 2010 at Bar 10 in Bridport.
I shall be playing a wooden guitar, singing with my mouth and delivering my songs. What’s not to like.
Once again, a post title full of intrigue (hardly) and not all about running out of vodka.
I have written and recorded a new song and I’m very pleased with it. Although this is all coming to you via clickety-click links and internet connections, be advised this was made by a real human in real time who got sore knees from recording it whilst kneeling down on a hard floor. The fool.
It should also be pointed out that a record producer I ain’t.
Haven’t looked into this one fully but I think life is probably, on balance, great. Just got my hands soaked – smells lovely – whilst mixing up a fresh batch of D76 (film developer) outside the back door with the sun shining, the birds singing, spring in the air and old Terry Wogan mumbling away on the radio.
It only remains for me to wash my hands and stick the kettle on.
Have a nice Sunday.
What could possibly go wrong. Surely nothing.
Well, it turns out it’s all about perception: for me it’s a nervewracking, slightly surreal prospect; for everyone else, it’s some bloke singing in a bar.
TONIGHT: Bar No. 10, East Street, Bridport about 9.00 pm.
And here, purely because I just found it again, is a photograph of my brother Joe and I in New York (in America – you must know). We were both there separately for ‘work’ and bumped into each other near a café. All my early experiences of flying were with newspapers sending me. It was only when my wife and I booked our only real holiday abroad that I realised you had to pay for tickets yourself.
I can recommend ‘cloud cuckoo land’ as a fine destination.
’twas a good one: my first solo gig last night (in Bridport).
Quite a few people came to see it and I even managed to squeeze in a cover of Dancing Queen.
What I did notice is that putting all my 10 songs together like that really highlights things like common tempos and such. I’d like to write more songs that ‘rock’, only, one never feels like writing ‘rock’ with just an acoustic guitar.
Robert Lee (musician/songwriter/producer) who came along said that he would be up for doing a bit of recording. I’d really appreciate a bit of input from another someone else (my wife doesn’t really say anything when I play the songs – I can never tell what this means although I must add that she made it to the gig last night so…).
Thanks to those of you who came to the gig and remember, if in doubt, get the teapot out.
Some recent photographs:
Not necessarily a bad thing of course.
Today I photographed the directors of the upcoming Bridport Film Festival: From Page To Screen (April). We set up something cinema flavoured and I made sure everything was brightly lit and ‘exciting’. I shall post the results at some point.
Also, received in the post today a courtesy copy of Black & White Photography magazine which has the interview in it that I did a couple of months back: all about the Phoenix Bakery photographs. I was really pleased that they used my favourite photograph over a whole page and that my picture captions were used. Have a look if you’re into that sort of thing.
Anyway, the title of the post relates to these photographs:
Great afternoon on Tuesday last with my friend Brendan Buesnel who is another one of those photographers.
We went over to this old farmhouse near where he lives. The farmhouse is on the verge of falling to pieces and, although architecture is not something I would normally think of photographing, it was actually lots of fun just wandering around looking for a picture. I feel I found a few and as soon as I’ve got the films processed I shall post something. Can’t wait to see Brendan’s too.
Brendan had the bright idea of bringing his digital camera along as his ‘polaroid’ for the day and has sent a picture of me trying to pass myself off as one who knows what he’s doing.
I make it all up as I go along. Please tell me that’s what everyone else does too?
Like they need a mention but if you’re stuck for something to do whilst in London and you like people singing and acting at you then for goodness sake get on down to see Love Never Dies, the new musical by Andrew Double-Barrell.
My brother Joe is in it and there’s reason enough to mention it.
Spent a few hours in the darkroom again today. Aah, bisto.
I’m finding it quite difficult to combine paying jobs, looking after my children, washing-up and whatever else with getting MY photography done. My wife has just bought a ‘project book’ from WHSMITHs for the community kitchen garden project she’s currently involved in.
Could it be that a ‘project book’ (with coloured subject dividers) is all I need to make it work? I wonder…
Today’s prints:
One of my favourite photographers (his photographs are amongst my favourites; I don’t really know the man) is Elliott Erwitt. He’s another in a long line of story-tellers with a small camera who’s work never fails to wake me up to the fact that now would be a good time to be recording your life: afterwards of course, one assumes, could prove difficult.
I met Elliott about 10 years ago in London. I just saw him and recognised him. I said “Hello Elliott, could I take your picture”? He just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sure, why not”. He stood by a wall and turned away from me. I photographed his back for a while and at some point he turned round. I laughed and said thankyou, shook his hand and off he went.
His work is truly fine. My portrait of him is nothing much to write home about but I treasure that day.
My eldest son is having drum lessons from a neighbour of ours at the moment. He absolutely loves it and is getting on well.
He’s especially looking forward to showing his drumming to his uncle Paul, who, by some sort of cosmic co-incidence, is a drummer too.
Rainy days and Mondays (in this case combined) always get me… excited because I print in the darkroom on a Monday!
I’m doing a bit of a document about the pottery in our village, the Symondsbury Pottery. I went over to speak to Miles Bell who is one of the potters there and sounded him out on my doing it. I’ve only managed one morning there so far but have about twelve possibles for enlargement. That’s a very encouraging start as far as I’m concerned. It’s just a shame I spent most of today catching up on contacting my films, leaving only time to do a couple of prints.
I’m allowing for a little dry-down even for rc prints – seems to benefit from it. If the last sentence meant nothing to you it’s because you are normal and have a life.
Happy Mondays.
Went to do some photographs for Reprieve last night at the Electric Palace in Bridport. Billy Bragg and the Proclaimers were playing a benefit gig to raise money for the charity. Also there were actor/comedian Kevin Eldon and, of course, human rights lawyer Clive Stafford Smith, founder and director of Reprieve. Clive’s other claim to notoriety is that he lives in the same village as me.
The fact that I’m a big fan of the songs of Billy Bragg and that the venue is walkable from my house was neither here nor there, I was there to do a job.
Some photographs from the night:
Please think about supporting the work that Reprieve do.
These are my two boys represented for you here in two dimensional photographs, represented for you here by pixels, represented for you here…
Did a job last month photographing some bags. Not my typical area of expertise but I got in there and got it done. I shall be adding that to my ‘list of available skills’.
The site, designed by Anna Celeste Watson, looks really good – have a look.
And here’s my portrait of Anna from a year or so ago:
Here are four photographs. They record where I was on different days last month.
This post is an exercise in being flippant and pedantic – two of my most annoying attributes (that really annoy me – I can’t help it).
Also, back on planet Earth, I’m ‘festival photographer’ this week at the Page To Screen, Bridport Film Festival. Photographed a man called Ian Hunter last night, Principal Lecturer in Film Studies at De Montfort University, who gave a very interesting talk ahead of the screening of A Clockwork Orange.
I shall post some festival photographs in due course.
Went on an Easter Egg hunt up a hill in our village today organised by the village school. I didn’t find a thing. Still, we have teabags in the cupboard, so, not all bad.
Being Bridport’s Film Festival.
I’m photographing the various speakers at this year’s festival and am looking forward to seeing some good films.
The Film Festival runs from 3–9 April.
Here are Ian Hunter who is Principal Lecturer in Film Studies at De Montford University who spoke before the screening of A Clockwork Orange and Human Rights lawyer Clive Stafford Smith with some skaters/BMX dudes from the Trick Factory in Bridport before the screening of Paranoid Park:
An excuse to post 3 more portraits from this week.
Because of the way the cookie has crumbled this week, I have so far managed to see a grand total of one film; and it annoyed me. Still, I think for those who are going along to the rest of the films, it’s proving to be a really enjoyable film festival.
Did an ‘open mic’ gig tonight at Beach & Barnicott in Bridport. Sang like a girl as usual but thought it beautiful in its own way.
Some photographs:
Or perhaps: From the real human subject, through my judgement, through my camera to your screen… It’s late as I type this and I’m a sleepy little bunny staring at a screen instead of switching the light off, brushing my teeth and going to bed.
Saw Julian Kemp’s new film My Last Five Girlfriends tonight. Really enjoyed it. I’m a big fan of Alain De Botton (on whose book the film is based) anyway but I think Julian Kemp has caught a sense of the endless wonder that is love.
Camomile tea anyone?
I’ve really enjoyed photographing the speakers at this year’s Film Festival.
I don’t think there are many things that I love more than photographing people and a week of it suited me just fine. Hat’s off to Lindsay Brooks, Steven Horner, Nic Jeune and Philiy Page for putting on a fine week of films. A proper treat.
I’m in the mood for watching more films now. Next stop Cemetery Junction (a stone’s throw from where I was born: FACT).
Have a nice weekend.
Quite in the mood for as many portraits as I can possibly do from here-on-in.
I’m going to put together an online repository of my portraits and there are many, many, many, many of them. They is comin’ out of me ears.
Here’s three now. Two are of my children (the poor things) and one is of artist and illustrator Charles Fuge (whose books the boys love).
Remember kids, the best camera you’ll ever have is the one you have with you.
85% chocolate anyone?
I read somewhere that you can only expose your film to what you expose yourself to hence this week I have yet more photographs of my children. My wife is busy with work this week and so here I am around the house.
Still, whatever one finds oneself exposed to:
1. look
2. wait till something moves you
3. click
Alex Lester for Prime Minister.
Good night.
Aren’t we all, dear.
Sorting out this huge collection of portraits at the moment and came across three photographs that, in my head, I had down as recent but it turns out they’re all over ten years old. This means that I must be 40 this year. Christ, what happened there.
Had a meeting with a couple of other Bridport photographers today about ‘exciting plans’ which is all I can say at the moment but the meeting didn’t stay on track for long and quickly descended into ‘my camera versus your camera’ and ‘wasn’t LIFE magazine great’.
This morning I went up to the Symondsbury Pottery to do some more. I’d spent the first part of the morning writing-up my notes on the pottery and then ended up shooting to that like a script; mainly, I think, because I wasn’t quite awake.
Also, today, spoke to the editor of foodie magazine FORK about an upcoming feature using some of my work. They seem like a very nice bunch and if food is your thing (not me, I never eat) then drop-by.
A couple of days in the darkroom this week. A couple of new clients this week. And all this in the week that I decide to give up caffeine. Is there a connection?
There isn’t.
Here are some prints including a few from my Symondsbury Pottery series as it inches its way along (lovingly digitised for your viewing pleasure):
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Not me, you fool, them.
Went to photograph a group of performers last week who, when they’re together, go under the name of Slightly Fat Features. I am so envious of the fact that, aside from they’re skills, talent and entertainment abilities, they have given themselves a license to be lunaticts for a living. I am sometimes a maniac and so perhaps that’s the next one down from lunatic, I don’t know.
They are amazing and my wife, my eldest and me were crying laughing at their gig here in Bridport on Saturday last. Go and see them this week in London town where they have a run of shows at the Roundhouse in Camden.
Some photographs:
Or some other silly post title. What’s it all about.
I’ve made good headway with my collating job on my portraits. I’ve opened the folder marked 1992—1998 (my first folder of negatives) and am very much enjoying making new prints (as well as finding old ones knocking around) of the portraits that I still like. There are more than I thought there would be.
I love photographing people. Honestly, I could explode sometimes just thinking about it.
Nurse!
Some prints (represented here by pixels):
Still slightly miffed at having my wife eat a beautiful raspberry and custard tart, that was mine, before I had a chance to grab it. And this all puts me in mind of Lizzie & Bekki and their homemade delicacies. I went to photograph them and what they get up to a while back and enjoyed every minute. If you find yourself in Dorset sometime, look up farmers’ markets (Bridport and Sherbourne being the two I can remember) and come and sample some awesome cakes.
Went to the Ancient Technology Centre in Cranbourne today and learnt a lot about olden times and that. When it’s all percolated through my brain I shall be more specific. Worth a visit though.
Here’s an idea if you’re in Weymouth.
Go to the Phoenix Bakery, get a sourdough loaf, go home, toast a slice, spread it with unsalted butter and marmite, laugh because life is great.
And here, because they is comin’ out of me ears, are more of my portraits from the last century:
Just spent the last three days helping to build a clay bread oven in our village.
Really good fun and a great gang of people helping out all led by the ‘great’ Bernard Graves. This evening we all cooked some pizzas although photographs of that will have to wait as the film is still in the camera and I cannae be arsed to process it because I want to go and sit on the sofa and do nothing.
Fresh air and mild physical activity has right done me in.
Some photographs:
Hello. Here’s a portrait I did a while back of someone who I’ve been informed is now the Prime Minister of Great Britain (I don’t have a telly, don’t listen to news and don’t read newspapers – I rely on well-placed ‘others’ to give me it all on a need-to-know basis).
I remember a pleasant-enough posh, public-school chap in a very cramped office in St Stephen’s Tower (Big Ben).
Small world eh?
Today, I ‘ave been mostly processing film.
I got hold of a book last week by a photographer called Walia who was working in the 1970s. Really terrific portraits.
It got me to finally embark on my new batch of portraits. What are they for; what am I going to do with them; why? I have no answers but I know I have to do it.
I have a list of twenty-odd people I’d like to photograph but that’s only off the top of my head. Names keep occurring to me.
Keep taking the tablets as they say.
Here are three recent portraits:
Just done the photographs for Elijah Wolf and his band. Heard some good stuff coming out of the speakers on the drive to the venue: to my ears, on first listen, it had a fair dose of McCartney-esque bangin’ piano and some really good tunes. I’m not being paid to say this.
Have a nice day.
Went to watch a, frankly, awesome jazz sextet perform last night at the Arts Centre here in Bridport. The show was the brainchild of journalist and Miles Davis nut Paul Lashmar.
I have never seen playing like it and I was totally ‘taken’ by the music. They played the whole of Miles Davis’ classic album Kind of Blue – and how.
I took a camera along of course.
The new series of portraits is going well.
I get to meet all these people (people what live ’round ‘ere in this case) and try to make some sort of dignified statement about them. It’s a delightful challenge.
Here are some ‘other’ photographs. Portraits update soon.
Yes, hello. Is anyone out there? Is anyone in here? Who am I?
I’ve started writing some rather brilliant pop music with a man that I shall, for the moment, refer to only as ‘PM’ for they are his initials (and it’s not me – of course). It may be that he giveth not a toss about whether I name and shame him here on the world-wide-what-do-I-care.
What’s for certain is that I have not been as excited at the prospect of writing with someone else since I was in a band with Mr Gary Mundy: a man who would come up with a beautiful guitar part for any song and leave you feeling in love with the world because your song now ‘worked’. ‘PM’ leaves me feeling the same way and I’ve only so far heard his half-arsed piano parts (said for comic effect – they’re amazing).
What do you care though, dear reader? Well, you will when you hear it. Watch this space. Experiments in pop music coming to you sometime in the next decade. After all, there is washing-up to be done too.
Hello again.
Here’s some things I’ve been up to. Why should you care? You needn’t of course but here you are reading it so I don’t know what to think!
Last week I had a get together – a meeting of musical minds – with Paul Machin: he organises our arrangements into pop hits, I’m still trying to pass myself off as Johnny Marr. It works though! Paul is also a much smarter-dressed man than I and so I think my first in a series of mild, mid-life crises will begin with me buying some red converse sneakers. If I look a tit, I’ll know who to blame.
Also last week I had the pleasure of recording (totally separate musical project) with the musical marvel that is Robert Lee. I’d been promised a ‘go’ in his studio in return for some photographs I did a while back and last week we got started. I’m doing a song I don’t really plan to use with Paul Machin but, you never know. Rob is a very intuitive producer. I’m doing a bit more this week and will post the song here when it’s done.
Did a couple of jobs for the Times Ed. Shot the second one on film: I’m so rock ‘n’ roll it’s untrue. Also had a job photographing an author on Sunday: beautiful light, crappy backgrounds. Ha-ha, a red-herring for you there: beautiful light is the only one you have to worry about. One doesn’t notice anything else if there’s beautiful light and a definite moment.
On Saturday we went up to see my Mum and also went to see my brother in Love Never Dies. I was very excited and proud to see my brother up there on stage at the Adelphi singing with a full orchestra. Nice one Joe. He took my boys for a look around backstage afterwards too. He also showed me the script for ‘Campus’ that he’s filming for channel 4 at the moment. I only read one page but was crying laughing even so. Should be good!
Lastly, my Mum recently took a couple of photographs of me and of my brother. They are such truthful documents that I have to share them with you. We both love our families (we each have two children) and here’s the proof:
Forgot to mention that the current issue of FORK Magazine features ‘amazing’ photographs of master baker Aidan Chapman. If you’re a foodie you have, no doubt, seen it already but a ‘heads-up’ for everyone else – why not.
In need of a sunny sort-of, cheer-me-up song? Well, for goodness sake, look no further.
And buy it, don’t nick it. I know what you’re like.
Have a nice day.
I’ve been writing music with Paul, photographing people and washing-up.
More news-in-brief to follow.
Hello.
I forget to attend to this blog, so, apologies if you’re the sort of nutcase who checks-in from time to time (just being funny, not rude – I hope).
I’ve photographed some lovely couples’ weddings, a t-shirt ‘range’, live music, my family (of course), festivals, authors, ever more portraits… the usual. All good fun. Bought a Leica M2 which is very nice. You just wait until you see something interesting (or poignant) then you look through the viewfinder and, finally, press the button. Phew, time for a cup of tea and a sit down.
I’ve also been writing and rehearsing with Paul Machin. We are great I tell you. That’s not opinion, that’s fact.
See you again in a few months – peace and love (we love Ringo).
I’m doing the photography for the B-Side Multi-Media Festival 2010.
If you’re in and around Portland and Weymouth (or can get there) over the next week and a bit, come and have a look. There are lots of thoughtful, touching, eloquent and quite frankly uncategorisable installations (my words, not those of my sponsors I hasten to add) to go and enjoy – it’s all good stuff!
I’ll put a few pictures up if I remember to.
Went to do some today and met lots of nice people, one of whom was Hywel Davies who’s a composer and sonic artist. Come and see his work on Chesil Beach, Portland. It’s very beautiful.
Also today I received a commission to photograph the artist Don Bachardy in London. Very much looking forward to that; very much not looking forward to paying for car-parking in the capital.
Last night Paul Machin and myself had our second rehearsal. Honestly, you just wait!
Hope all is well with you.
Pleasure obviously. What a ridiculous question .
Here are some photographs what I took recently. It’s pretty easy: just look around at stuff and press the button.
It’s still indescribably exciting to be allowed to do it though.
Last week I photographed artists and their art in Weymouth and Portland, this week I’m playing guitar like a demon. Rehearsing for a gig at the Arts Centre in Bridport in memory and celebration of Fin Gunn: a guitarist and songwriter who was a friend and inspiration to many. I always enjoyed a chat with him on Saturday’s in Bridport and I’m bloody annoyed I never got round to playing some music with him. That’ll teach me: don’t be a twat and worry about work and money, go and do stuff and worry about it all later (or never). Also, Wednesday is a rehearsal with Paul Machin!
Pop music BY the people, FOR the people.
And goodNIGHT!
Valley Brides, Valley Brides, Valley Brides. I’ll explain later.
Last Friday we all did the Fin Gunn gig at the Arts Centre here in Bridport. Fin would have loved it. Isn’t it always the way. Good sound by Pete Wilson: proper monitor sound, mics and all the rest of it. I could get used to that.
Tuesday turned up a good one. I was invited to photograph a private party in London town (London, England). Long trip in the car, a hassle parking but it is what I do so stop moaning. I’m obliged to not go into the details of the party but what I will tell you is that David Hockney went to it. I say this partly to give the impression that I’m well connected, shallow and a name-dropper and partly because I was so excited to be in the same room as the man who, inadvertently, told me something very important about framing. I have an old book of photographs by David Hockney; this is work before the era of the polaroid joiners. In it, he describes how important are the edges and corners of your photograph. Until I’d read that book I think I was still approaching photographs by concentrating on the ‘bit in the middle’. To get the edges and the corners beautiful leaves you the icing-on-the-cake task of ‘moment’ to get right. Oh, you know what I mean. Also in attendance were Colin Firth and Martin Amis. Listen, it’s shallow but it’s my blog so… Anyway, RESULT!
Rehearsal with PM on Wednesday night was nothing but electrifying. It is only pop music I know but, man alive, we’re onto something.
I also had my Mum staying in Bridport for the week and it was lovely to have her around.
And… I borrowed a copy of A Woman A Man Walked By by P J Harvey. That woman is a living demonstration of how to let your sprit guide you. Amazing!
Laters.
Or both, ideally.
You see, it’s like this. You can point your camera anywhere you like, you can stand anywhere you like, you can let the shutter go anytime you want and, so, guidance is needed or you won’t hit the (a) target. The first thing to go after is what you love. If you only photograph what you love you will produce meaningful work. Meaningful to you that is. For it to mean something to others you need an additional guideline of sorts. Mine happens to be ‘balance or isolate’ by which I mean, over and above photographing what you love, make the picture balance or isolate the main subject (isolate against space or colour – up to you).
Or both of course (refer to anything by Henri Cartier-Bresson).
All this bollocks notwithstanding, here’s some new pictures:
Had a party for my 40th last Saturday. Seemed rude not to.
Really good set from DJ Roger Wilco and live music from, among others, the amazing Valley Brides who are Paul Machin and me. It was an awesome set although I think we had the PA up a bit too loud. That’s the first gig done and dusted. We now move onto making a record and doing more! I’m waiting to see if anyone filmed it; there were a few cameras pointed our way. Thanks everyone who came and sorry your ears hurt from the volume.
Did another gig on Saturday daytime at Bridport Apple Day with the folk-tacular Yellow Room who are David Squirrell, Emma McEvoy and me. A friend, Rich Lisney, made a recording to go with some pictures he took.
Have a listen if you want.
Are computers and the internet a load of old toss? I believe so but it’s tricky to get away isn’t it?
Have a nice day!
And the link to take you there is here.
Paul and I are very proud of our music so far. If you are the sort of person for whom music means something then you may have found yourself something good.
The first album is now written. We have a title and we’ve even sorted out what’s going on side one and what’s going on side two. As we get them recorded, we’ll put them up onto myspace for you.
There are three there now. What are you waiting for?
And if the Great Dorset Steam Fair is something that does it for you or, indeed, someone you know then you/they might be interested in the audio/photo slideshows that my friend Roger Bell and I are now lovingly churning-out for South West Archives.
Oh, and thanks to the hundreds of thousands of you who visit this blog. The previous sentence contains no statements of fact but typing it is fun.
Have a good week!
Season’s Greetings (as opposed to Standard Greetings – all hail Alex Lester).
Valley Brides have a new song up on MYSPACE today. Called Red Sky, it’s a dreamy little number if a little unsettling if listened to in the dark. Perfect for listening to whilst staring out of a train window as the world speeds by. Or anywhere, really.
Also, here’s a couple of new portraits:
Got interviewed by photographer Sam Bush yesterday for something he’s doing at the London College of Communication. A very nice person and someone with a real gift for colour and framing when it comes to pictures.
I tried my best not to sound like an old fuddy duddy.
Unfortunately, though, I do look like one and there’s no escaping that.
Tomorrow I’m off to the Seaside to continue my project all about whether England can still be found there. I’m going with composer Robert Lee who’s coming with me to make some recordings to go with music he’s writing as part of all this. Don’t ask for an explanation because I don’t actually know what I’m doing: just going on instinct.
Here’s Robert at a gig of his last Saturday at the Bridport Arts Centre:
Happy Days.
Picture the scene. You’re in Axminster in Devon (only just in Devon, Dorset nearly), you’re hungry and you need to hear some original songwriters and their songs. Well, you might find your prayers answered if you pop into the River Cottage Canteen at about 7.00pm. I’ll be there with a guitar (sadly not doing the gig with Paul Machin but Paul and I are planning musical treats for May) and three new songs that Paul and I have written: ‘From The Blue’, ‘I’ll Remember You’ and ‘Something I Can’t Have’.
I have about 100 films to process. That’s not bragging; that’s complaining. I’m doing a project with composer Robert Lee to make a stab at answering the question ‘can England still be found at the seaside?’. I don’t know what England means so I’m off the hook as far as coming up with a definitive answer. Robert is going to write music and combine it with found sounds of the seaside (we already have a recording of a drunk woman having a go at us in a pub garden so, off to a good start).
Haven’t got any photographs to post just now as I’m behind with my processing. Good excuse eh. Could be that I haven’t taken anything good for ages. Not true. Just haven’t seen any of them yet.
I’m on Twatter if you care: @petemillson
Off to photograph a group of dancers in Weymouth today.
Picture of my ‘look’ at the moment according to Tom Cox:
Have a lovely weekend!
Pete Millson stepped up to the mic (and then sat down) to tumultuous applause (?). The opening song ‘I’ll Remember You’ was bittersweet, heart-rending and he only forgot the words to one of the verses. The rest of the set (two other songs) were delivered with fevered passion. The crowd were left in pieces emotionally and Pete walked off to the bar to get a pint, chat with the fans and eat the free chips.
Some of the above could be true.
Just listened to Boo Hewerdine’s album ‘Thanksgiving’ this morning. It’s very happysad.
Coffee anyone?
New Valley Brides song up on myspace called I Get That. Written by Paul Machin it is a timeless piece of great songwriting. I was honoured to put a half-arsed acoustic guitar on it.
A happysad treat.
I would love this to be a post about how I finally nailed a 360 on a BMX but it isn’t.
Went to Plymouth University yesterday with a group of artists and film-makers to learn about 360 degree film: a technology that allows you to film and project right round your ‘ead.
Interesting and quite a challenge. There are essentially 5 projectors in the ceiling of the ‘tent’ or other projection space. You could use the 5 projectors separately and have 5 different films/shots/images going (to really do the audience’s head in) or you could use the 360 degree camera. This is a red box about the size of a loaf of bread (up on its end !?) with 5 lenses: the images from the 5 lenses are merged one into the other with software, leaving you with a 360 degree view.
It has fried my head a little but we’ve all been invited to write and film a short ‘piece’ to be shown in Weymouth this Summer. I’ll keep you posted.
In other news, Paul Machin and I are continuing to churn out great songs and have plans to do ‘something’ live soon. Like you care. Also, if you yourself are stuck for a chord progression you could try: Bm9/E7/Bm9/E7.
Suit yourself!
Here’s a still of us testing the camera:
Following on from the still I posted of the 360 degree camera the other day, here’s some of the footage. For those who have an opinion about these things, you might be able to spot why my brother is the actor and not me:
Some more tosh from inside my brain.
Hope you have a happy day.
You think you know what you’re doing and then you learn something new. Do you stubbornly stick to what you know or do you go red in the face and admit you were wrong and couldn’t see the wood for the trees? It’s been nice getting to know my brother again. Not that we were ever estranged, more that I thought he was one kind of person and it turns out he’s many. Who gets to do the fun things in life? Well, I think we know that we all do, just not all the time. How much of what we say to each other is from the heart? I wonder. I’d say a lot of it but always veiled in matter-of-fact language. You have a new camera; well done. You like photography; good. You, perhaps, want to know what to do with your camera. You might start by deciding what you like in life and photographing that. You could then go deeper: photograph what you love every day; question why your photograph doesn’t resound with the music of the spheres like you thought it would. To be able to notice light, to be able to notice people and to be able to isolate your subject: these are three very useful gadgets to have in your camera bag. Always look out for light; it will make your photograph something worth keeping and handing-on. Isolate. You notice something and you want it. Put the camera to your eye and get whatever moves your heart to somewhere nice in the frame. Let the shutter go. But wait, the clarity of what you saw has become a busy frame of nothing much. What was surrounding your subect when you took aim? It was, of course, all manner of crap and detritus from the world at large—your grand statement bombed, big time. Look again. There’s a nice gap between two boats filled with the slate-grey/blue of the sky and here you are walking past the man who is deep in thought at the harbourside. Now, you know what you’re doing you rejoice in the fact that you can land him between the two boats against the blue and frame him forever in league with your feelings and his thoughts.
Very proud of this. A new song written by Paul Machin and me.
This is a work-in-progress version with a first run-through with drums. Things will probably change but there’s enough here to show you some of the spirit of the music.
Started the day having croissants and coffee in a little deli in Beaminster with the painter Mark Ponsford. He and his work were inspiring as usual and what a truly nice person. Then a meeting about a job that involved scrounging another coffee off the client.
It’s all hard work.
Night night.
I’m slowly making my way through processing a bag of about 100 rolls of film from September 2010 to date. It’s a slog. Self-imposed though so shouldn’t grumble.
This turned up today:
Here’s the recent interview I did with photographer Sam Bush.
If I sound like an old git, it’s because I am one.
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Interview with Pete Millson.
Photojournalist Pete Millson started out photographing his friend’s bands in the late 80’s. By 1993 he was photographing bands for The NME, he hasn’t looked back since. We met up for a chat about his work, his obsessions and his opinion on the digital age.
Pete started photographing new, up and coming bands for the NME in 1993. His work took him all over the world, including a trip to America. Although he says it’s not as glamorous as it might seem. “In the end you basically lost money because you were there for so long. All the money you were paid, you’d spend” After working for the NME he became employed at a local paper. He says that this may seem like a step down in terms of employment, but it enabled him to hone his photographic skills properly “I saw it as a chance to re learn loads of techniques in a safe environment. The editor there wouldn’t know a good picture if it fell on him” When he was happy he had exhausted working for a local paper he and some journalists he knew from his NME days started to work at The Guardian. Pete was assigned to take portraits for ‘Home Entertainment’, a section about well known singers and songwriters and their record collections. He says it was brilliant to work and meet such interesting people. This became his regular job for five years and from it he went on to do more freelance work and portraits for The Times ‘T2’ publication. “Portraits are it for me; I’m just obsessed with people watching. It’s a chance to learn about how others tick, do you not just sit in cafés and stare at people?” In 2008 a book packed full of the feature portraits he took for The Guardian during his time there from 2001 to 2006 was published, called ‘Home Entertainment’. “When I meet someone for the first time and have to photograph them. I usually find there’s something about them that really bugs me, something I cant work out, I want to catch it in the photo and if I don’t I think why not, why haven’t I managed that, it’s a constant puzzle” This constant struggle to really capture the subject the way he sees it is something that drives Pete and helps him think of and see pictures before they happen. “I think you should take the picture with your eye first, instead of wondering around with a camera attached to your face, if you do that you can only see half of what’s going on around you” This way of thinking about the scene he is photographing as a whole rather than just where the subject is lets him think about other factors, such as where the best light is coming from. “The other thing I got obsessed about a few years ago was light, just noticing light; it just solves so many problems.”
Pete is a fully paid up member of the film generation “I like the discipline of black and white, especially with film”. He developed his skills in the dark room but in the late nineties was forced to switch to digital “It happened in 98 or 99, suddenly we all had to buy digital cameras and it got very expensive” Although when shooting assignments he works almost solely in digital he says that it’s “just because no one will pay you to shoot film anymore”. Even with the massive digital wave that changed the face and the practice behind newspaper photography Pete still manages to find the time to use film in his personal work. “About 5 years ago I decided to go back out and shoot a roll of black and white film, when I took it off the reel my heart stopped. It was just so exciting.” Since then he has gone on to host numerous exhibitions of his work and is currently working on his newest collection of photographs from the past year.
Although he’s far from stuck in his ways, he has a very traditional view when it comes to the impact that the digital age has had on photography in general. “With portraits, if it’s something that’s going to be my statement forever, I don’t want it just sat on a hard drive. You can take a really good file, and tell yourself you’re going to frame it or put it up somewhere but you don’t, you never do, it rarely becomes anything you can get your hands on.” This idea of photographs becoming something tangible is appealing and he says that’s why he loves film so much “I have a big bag of films I have to process, it’s not quite as depressing as a folder full of files though, because the bag is almost bulging with potential, you can see them there, just not what’s inside them. There’s also something to be said for learning from the process of not being able to see your images, because if you’re not looking at the back of a screen, what you are looking at, is your subject”.
The digital age has revolutionised photography and made it more accessible to the general public than ever before, with digital cameras becoming cheaper by the day photographers are wondering how this will affect the future of photojournalism and photography as an art in general “Everybody and their dog is a photographer now, it is slightly depressing. Also nowadays thanks to things like Flickr there are so many more images around, I find it’s just an information overload; it’s the ultimate people’s art. Anyone can join in.” He also thinks that the digital age may hinder peoples creativity and understanding of photography as a skill itself “It’s slightly dangerous to pick up a digital camera that can produce these razor sharp images and perfect exposures when you’ve done nothing to earn it, you find that you haven’t learnt how to put some of yourself into your final piece of work.” Like most people in the profession Pete is concerned about its future and the idea of anyone being able to barge in on the position and craft that he has worked so hard at is unnerving, but Pete remains undeterred “It’s like with any craft, in order to make a statement or create a feeling or touch somebody through you’re the work you produce you have to work hard at perfecting it, I’m working day in, day out to become a better photographer, I don’t know why, I suppose it’s what I’m compelled to do. I just hope others are making it as important.”
Well, honestly, what did you expect. It’s my blog and I do portraits so… here’s some now.
By the way, just listened to Tank Park Salute by Billy Bragg. Whatever your take on Billy, this will bring a lump to the throat. Such a geezer, such a songwriter.
Bye for now.
Found this in an old book (sat there as a bookmark). I don’t actually have wonky eyes like that but it’s a fair representation.
I’d love to learn more about the fundementals of drawing. My technique, as it stands, is to take a few steps back and run at it to get the drawing done in about 10 seconds. Less stressful that way.
Anyway, here’s something else for you to look at instead of getting on with your work.
Happy Friday.
P
Made a last-minute decision to do a gig in Bridport at an ‘Open Mic’ night they have. My voice is a bit shot-to-pieces at the moment but I think that gave it an extra layer of quality (take my word for it).
I played: Fear Inside, Your Voice and Nothing Is Better Than This.
Enjoyed it a lot.
It seems the more I want to be writing, recording and playing music, the more work I get as a photographer – there’s loads coming in lately. Never thought getting lots of work could be annoying!
I’m not ungrateful though. Just have these tunes wizzing round my head all the time.
Night night.
I take photographs; I write songs. Today was spent taking photographs of sound recording in an old school building on Portland. Got some great pictures and I’m sure everyone got some great recordings of the sound of my shutter.
Tonight was spent recording a new song. Washing-up will have to wait.
Hello. Have a good week.
Here, for no particular reason, are three pictures of my two herberts:
I wonder if you know of the late photographer Tony Ray-Jones. He trained in America in the 1960s and 70s under the great graphic designer and all-round image guru Alexey Brodovitch and hung out with Garry Winogrand. Anyway, his photographs are a real inspiration to me because they represent the work of someone who looks very closely at things and wonders about them.
So, the reason for this post. I came across one of his many lists (he kept tons of notebooks) and thought I’d share it as it points to what sort of attitude might result in credible and vital photographs worthy of handing-on to future generations.
One of Tony Ray-Jones’ lists:
Have a nice day.
I met Amy at her flat in Camden Town, London. I sat in the kitchen with her while she made me a cup of tea. Perfectly civil chat. Perfectly ordinary (that is to say, fast-talking) young woman.
Regarding her death, all I can think to say is how very sad and that Back To Black is a proper classic record and she made it and well done.
Had the pleasure of having Boo Hewerdine help with one of my songs the other week. Boo is, without doubt, one of my favourite songwriters. He seems to have spent his lifetime working on refining what he does – a lesson to us all.
I took the opportunity to photograph him. Here he is looking like a beardy old man:
My favourite author and a BIG influence, indirectly, on my photographs of people is Patrick Hamilton. If describing people well is your thing, read his books and learn.