This is the Blog for Amanda Eatwell, documentary and fine art photographer, keen runner, and occasional yoga coach.
A mixture of anecdotes and adventures from various photography projects, the wider photographic world, and a sprinkling of life beyond the camera.
It’s hard not be influenced by the people you spend most time with or the places you frequent. As I was with my baby more than anyone, and he had to go wherever I went, I started to wonder what things looked like from his perspective. The idea of a series of pictures called Life from a Pram was born.
On the wall at Shutter Hub Open 2018
This year has been a roller-coaster for me, and by that I mean exhilarating.
I have visited four countries, fought and won my first boxing match, and moved home. I have not however written many blog posts, and I had the hunch that I haven’t taken many pictures in 2018, but I seem to be wrong.
When you are a photographer who participates in many other pursuits, both work-wise, and in their private lives, as well as having a young adult to keep track of, it can seem that there is no time for your first love and passion. I wonder if photography is such an integral part of my life, that I often don’t realise that somehow, it is always there?
I have produced a few small series of work this year, and got some cracking shots in Morocco that I plan to make available for purchase - an online store may be in sight!
The most recent show I had work selected for is the Shutter Hub Open. If you’re reading this as it’s published, you could see it for yourself as it ends tomorrow at 6pm.
It seems the organisers have even surprised themselves with the overwhelmingly positive reaction to the show - it really is their best yet!
Teaming up with Newspaper Club all of the images were printed onto newsprint paper. I was a little concerned with how the pictures might reproduce, but they looked fantastic!
The private view was held last Thursday, the same night Photo Month began across the east of the city, and formed part of Photomonth’s time-tabled events schedule.
Shutter Hub is a photography organisation offering opportunities, support, and net-working for their members. At their helm is a woman who does all she can to promote the work of the Shutter Hub community. I was really touched, as I was about to leave the Private View, when Karen Harvey thanked me for always getting involved, being encouraging and spreading the word. I told her it cuts both ways.
Pictures pop off the walls.
Having worked in photography for over two decades, I have seen it change from an industry of individuals, keeping their ideas and clients close to their chests, to an open forum for discussion and ideas sharing. Obviously that has a lot to do with the digital explosion, and a need to change, but it has opened up the floor to people like Karen who work tirelessly to keep us photographers on show.
Funny enough, I spoke to a photographer that I assisted for years in the editorial sector yesterday: he was always driven by money, and we used to have heated debates about politics. He asked me if I make any money from all these exhibitions I do, in the same way my Dad, or my ex-partner would. Ironically they are all Capricorns, but I digress! Do I make money? I don’t know, probably not, but you never know, in a round-about way.
I thought we were living in the times of ‘do what you love’? Well, I worked that out for myself at a young age, and despite the peaks and troughs over the years I know I made the right choice.
Long live Photography!
Two images from my Face Pack project were chosen for display: Super Fruits, and Flowers in her hair.
Simplicity in Execution: Paper and Tape.
The show is being held at:
11 Dray Walk, Old Truman Brewery, London E1
Just off of Brick Lane
Open 11 - 6pm today and tomorrow, Tuesday 9th October
Hobnobbing with Martin Parr, Brian Griffin, and Bruce Gilden
Earlier this year I became Editor of fLIP magazine which aims to provide readers with a broad dialogue concerning photography. It includes an informative Events listing and each edition has an overarching theme, the next of which is Nomadic. The magazine is produced three times a year by London Independent Photography, who are currently celebrating their thirtieth year. Though primarily a showcase for members work, submissions are welcome from all photographers, worldwide.
Last week in London was awash with all things photography. Here's what I did:
Wednesday started with a breakfast invitation for Surface Tension, curated by Cheryl Newman and held at the Magic Gallery, underneath Charing Cross Station. A group show from members of both LIP and The Royal Photographic Society: it was well orchestrated, with some clever hanging devices - my favourite being an abstract flock of birds by Pennie Dixie printed onto a large piece of vinyl and hung from the ceiling.
Within minutes of arriving I was offered a croissant and a choice of beverages - I kickstarted the morning with a Black Velvet, which was new on me - Guinness and Champagne. Nice!
From here, I hot-footed it along the Strand to Somerset House. Photo London was about to kick off, and fLIP's designer, Anita Chandra and myself attended a 10am Press Call. We had a welcome and introduction to Photo London which is now in it's fourth year from the founders and directors, as well as from Jonathan Reekie, the director of Somerset House.
They say that "the fourth edition of Photo London celebrates the power of photography to profoundly alter the way in which we see things". There was a lot of new and expansive work, as well as some iconic images, held by famous galleries and sold for tens of thousands of pounds.
This year's fair included over one hundred galleries from eighteen different countries, but since attending the last three shows I still haven't shaken off my bittersweet reaction when I first walk in: with a £30 entrance fee, it feels a little exclusive. However, once you're over the heavily coiffured and immaculately dressed there is so much photography to feast your eyes on, and of course I welcome sales and promotion of photography as an art-form.
After the press call which included an on-stage informal discussion between Edward Burtynsky ( I liked when he said "we are experiencing a renaissance of lens based art") and Es Devlin we headed to the show proper. We split for an hour to look at work, and discussed our favourites after hooking up: Anita was drawn especially to a lot of the American Artists showing great vistas and American culture, whilst I was time and again pulled in by the work of Japanese photographers. I learned of Provoke Magazine, which was a short-lived production from the late 1960's, comprising a small group of critics, photographers and writers. Anita and I were both a little smitten by the work of Anja Niemi, represented by a rather dismissive pair from Little Black Gallery. The artist stages and performs all of her own shots, and her current work She Could have been a Cowboy is a delight.
Bruce Gilden's images are scary enough on Instagram, so to see these faces, with their teenage acne and scars in mega scale was powerful. Images from Gilden's latest work Farm Boys & Farm Girls USA
On Thursday I made a quick visit back to Photo London to see Bruce Gilden's work, and The Photography on a Postcard display. So there I am wandering in one of the new galleries and I spot Brian Griffin having a cup of tea. I went to say Hi, and realised he was in deep conversation with Martin Parr. As I looked around I saw a friend of mine and Brian's, Lizzie Brown, who is Events coordinator of LIP. She was there with her husband, so I sat down for a catch up. In walks Bruce Gilden, who was about to do a book signing, and that was when I realised this was too good an opportunity to miss, so thanks to being acquainted with Brian, I introduced myself and the magazine, and Lizzie took the picture above! Serendipity at it's finest.
Friday evening I headed to Peckham 24 which acts as a fringe event to tie-in with Photo London. In stark contrast to the palatial setting of Somerset House, this festival is on the streets, in the warehouses and all around. Peckham had my attention the moment I stepped out of the station. It was raw and alive with people sights and sounds. I've been hearing a lot about Peckham, so I'll be heading back to explore for sure.
There were several smaller venues holding exhibits, but I spent the evening across Copeland Park, a former industrial estate and the Bussey Building which used to be a cricket-bat factory. Just on the edge of the industrial estate were two dilapidated terraced houses that had been used to host Solid Liquid by Jo Dennis, and 'Overhaul' which featured collaborative works from Rhiannon Adam, Laura Pannack and Natasha Caruana. Clever methods of display added to the venues bare walls, lack of floorboards and bare electric sockets. A refreshing change.
'virtue is more infectious and contagious than vice' so says the mirror. Had a long and meandering conversation with this guy about Auras, crystals, photography and setting myself free! I then headed for the bar.
Emma Bowkett curated My London in the Copeland Gallery - showcasing nine photographers that she had commissioned for the Financial Times Weekend Magazine over the past year. An eclectic mix of imagery in two large rooms full of dynamic young image-makers, and a few more established ones too!
Juno Calypso and friends.
With my appetite whetted, I thought I'd go for a final helping on Sunday!
Another Kind of Life - Photography on the Margins showing at the Barbican until 27th May has been widely covered in the Press. It's a collection of works from twenty photographers, individually curated through a series of snaking rooms. This was more story-telling through pictures, across several decades, honing in on groups of individuals who may not fit social norms or have created their own worlds. Two of my favourite photographers were represented, Alec Soth and Daido Moriyama (again!). There is an abundance of work, so it's hard to reflect on all that I saw- kind of wish I bought the Show Book now.
I visited with a friend, who in fact was a large part of the frame-making arm of this exhibition. Very nice frames they were too!
Because of the content of some of the work, it seems odd to call them favourites, but in his approach to photographing some of the California street kids, Jim Goldberg's Raised by Wolves was very stirring. Including items of clothing, drawings and notes written by the teenagers he got to know so well as he followed their paths, sometimes to destruction.
Jen and me in Austria - 1991!
Last time I was in Vienna I was seventeen, and inter-railing with my old mate Jenny. It was a Saturday morning, we had heavy rucksacks and tie-dye t-shirts. Stepping into what my memory tells me was a rather stuffy-feeling European city on a grand scale, we decided not to hang around, and got on the next train to Salzburg.
Now a little older, and with various references to Vienna presenting themselves to me over the past few years, I decided to give the city another go.
I got out at Praterstern as my host suggested, and could see the famous Ferris Wheel of Prater Park straight ahead. Despite a strong, cold wind, there was a bright blue sky, which was ripe for picture-taking, so I pulled out my camera and got snapping. After half an hour or so taking pictures, negotiating my suitcase in the bitter wind got the better of me. I knew my accommodation was walkable from here, so I headed back to the station to get my bearings. This proved harder than expected, so I asked a Police Officer for help. It turned out, he had the map the wrong way around when sending me on my way! Whilst bumbling around I received a message from the Airbnb guy asking if I knew my ETA, to which I responded "I'm a little lost". That was just seconds before my phone died, so I couldn't ask for his help. Oh well! It all worked out in the end.
Vintage Ferris Wheel at Prater Park
Andrijj my host was making a salad when I arrived. From the profile I'd read, and the organic kale toothpaste I saw in the bathroom, I had him down as having a super-clean lifestyle, so was a bit surprised when he offered me a glass of wine at three in the afternoon. Redemption!
We had a quick chat about the local area and routes to the city's hotspots. He suggested I get my bearings by heading to Das Loft, a restaurant/bar on the 18th floor of Hotel Sofitel. I got waylaid enroute, as I was struck by a painting in a gallery window. The gallery was of artist Andreas Reimann, and his collage work looked somewhat familiar. I stepped inside, and was greeted by the gallery assistant with a shout from the back of the space. She came through and talked me through his work, and some of it's history. Not at all stuffy, and very open to conversation. That was a nice start.
Just ten minutes walk from my accommodation, the bar at Sofitel offers stunning views across the city to the mountains behind. I arrived just in time to see the sun go down below a dramatic sky. Nice!
Stunning views from the rooftop bar at Hotel Sofitel
Late-lunchers were filtered out by people coming straight from work as it was Friday, and then came the well-heeled who were out to dine. I could have stayed there all night people watching, but I felt there was more to be discovered and I had Schnitzel on my mind.
I have the most terrible habit of having an idea and then doing anything in my power, and outside it seems to turn that idea into a reality. It cuts both ways - on this particular evening it resulted in another wild goose chase. I had pretty much arrived at the street Wieden Brau was located, in a quiet area of the city. It was a dead-looking street full of office blocks, so I decided to ask a local. With impeccable English (I can never decide if this makes us Brits very fortunate or bloody ridiculous, but nevertheless it was very welcome). This lady got her phone out and started looking at the map, saying she was terrible at map-reading, but agreeing we must be within sniffing distance. Alas, I thanked her, and with more determination went around the block to enter the road from another angle, and turning right I could see the flicker of a light. I had reached my destination. Greeted by a super-smiley waiter I got myself a home-brewed beer and ordered a Viennese Schnitzel. A plateful of hammered pork in breadcrumbs arrived, with a side-dish of potato salad. After another home-brew and a day of travelling and walking, it was time to turn it in. I had the best sleep I'd had in ages.
With a lazy start to Saturday, I headed out in search of food. I read the menu outside a popular-looking cafe/restaurant, but decided it looked a bit formal - the Austrians are still quite partial to Velour dining seats and fully dressed tables. I walked on just a few paces and glimpsed through the door of a bustling cafe whose atmosphere lured me in. Asking if they had room for one, I was seated on a large table surrounded by couples, friends and families. I settled in and felt more comfortable than expected, as the table was big enough not to have to stare directly at the people opposite, so comfortable in fact I decided that nobody knew me and I dared to take a few pictures as discreetly as possible with my camera on the table. Two women entered the restaurant - old and glamorous; the kind that stand out. They didn't seem amused that they may have to share a table with the riff-raff (well, riff-raff might account for me, and one other, as Vienna seems to be a smartly dressed city on the whole). Anyway, it took them no time to settle in and ask the couple next to them what they were eating. It turned out that Le Bol was a French restaurant, and I opted for a continental breakfast which I think was the best I've ever had - A perfectly boiled egg, Brie at precisely the right consistency, tasty meat and a wide selection of breads. The only thing I was having trouble ordering was the right kind of coffee. I ended up with a Cafe Noisette, which was nice, but about a quarter of the size of my regular caffeine fix. It took me until my third day to master my coffee ordering - I was at a cafe near the Belvedere grabbing a quick bite before heading to a Museum. An elderly lady came and sat near me, and she had the kind of coffee I wanted. So, in my best German I asked her how to ask for that type of coffee. She responded in English and asked if I had some paper, then dutifully explained the various coffees and their names and insisted on writing them down for me. If you should find yourself in Vienna, and in need of a regular coffee, ask for a Verlangater, braun with milk, Schwarz without. You're welcome!
Le Bol - communal dining
The ladies
One of the main reasons I went to Vienna was to visit some art galleries, and in particular to see Klimt's work in it's natural habitat as well as the work of Egon Schiele. I was not disappointed...
I headed to the Leopold Museum which took an age, as prior to leaving the UK, many people had told me how Vienna was a walkable city. I subsequently spent the first day and a half walking miles, whilst getting disorientated regularly, and opted for public transport for the following day and a half. The second option was preferable!
The Leopold Museum predominately displays Austrian art from the first half of the 20th Century. I was introduced to the work of Ferdinand Hodler, Oskar Kokoshka and Koloman Moser amongst others, but the Leopold is home to the largest collection of Egon Schiele's work in the world, and this is what I wanted to see. I don't remember ever being so affected by a display of art. He died aged 28, but within that time, had created a wealth of amazing work. I was familiar with his nudes, having seen a show at the Coulthard a few years ago, but he did so much more...
Stylised Flowers on Decorative background, Egon Schiele.
Chrysanthenum, Egon Schiele
Schiele regularly visited the city of Krumau in Southern Bohemia (today Cesky Krumlov in the Czech Republic) to make his own interpretations of the buildings there.
I liked the wistful nature of the paintings.
Gathering my thoughts in the Gallery cafe I made plans for the evening, and opted for a trip to Porgy and Bess - a famous Music & Jazz venue. By the time I arrived it was standing-room only, so I headed upstairs where I tried several positions to allow a view of the stage.
It was my opportunity to try Austria's famed wine of Gruner Veltliner, so I ordered a small Caraffe and perched myself near a shelf as the people below settled in for the evening. The lady who served me was very friendly and chatty. When I returned to the bar later she asked if I had a seat. Giving her my answer she went out the back and presented me with a stool and said I could take it wherever I liked. This was much appreciated after a day walking the streets! I was entertained by Harry Sokal and Depart featuring Jean - Paul Bourelly. I enjoyed the Jazz, but on the whole I find an hour of Jazz is all I need as it never quite lifts far enough off the ground for me, musically speaking.
Another lazy morning planning for the day ahead, and it was time to tick a further venue off the list. It was a rather miserable day with sleet in the air, so I wrapped up and headed to the Belvedere, one of two Palaces built in the early eighteenth century as the summer residence of Prince Eugene of Savoy (1663-1736). According to sources more knowledgable than I.
The Belvedere hosts one of the most famous paintings on the planet - Gustav Klimt's The Kiss. I had a three foot squared version of this painting on my wall for years (we're soon to be reunited) so I was excited to see the real thing. In between waves of guided tour groups and people taking selfies as they kissed before this glistening masterpiece, I was able to get a clear look and absorb the beauty of the painting. This iconic image was positioned at one end of a large room bedecked with Klimt's work, but I need to rewind to tell you what really blew my mind that day...I had walked along the large corridor of the first-floor gallery, which presented joy after joy, mainly through the work of Klimt and Schiele. I entered the large room at the end, not knowing what was inside and was immediately arrested by the sight of Judith 1, depicting Judith and Holofernes . It's radiance jumped out at me, and I may sound like I'm exaggerating, but I was truly stunned - everything about it: the rapturous look on her face, the glow of the paint, the fact that at the edge of the painting a man's head was somewhat in her grasp. There were a couple next to me, and the wife was explaining the story of Judith and Holofernes to her husband. I took a seat on a bench, to admire the painting more, and to do some research on this myth: depicting a story from the Bible, Judith was a Jewish patriotic hero. She seduced and decapitated General Holofernes in order to save her home town Bethulia from the Assyrian army.
Judith 1, Gustav Klimt, 1901
The Kiss, Gustav Klimt 1907-08
I think they like it
I rushed back home to get spruced up for this evening's entertainment. Vienna is renowned for it's classical music and it happened to be 'Ball Season' whilst I was in town. For a lot of these events you need to wear a full-length evening dress, men an evening suit. I wasn't up for that, so opted for a Strauss and Mozart evening at the Wiener Kursalon. Set in a large hall with a raised stage, and outnumbered twenty-to-one with Japanese tourists it was an entertaining evening, consisting of a small orchestra, two opera singers and a couple of Ballerinas. There was a heavy-set lady wielding a 'No Photography' sign above her head for half the performances, but all she did was pull disagreeable faces when she was ignored by several audience members! I think the tickets were over-priced, but I was a tourist with limited time, and sometimes you just gotta try these things.
The magnificent ceiling of The Marble Hall, Belvedere Palace
And, so before I knew it, it was my last day in Vienna. I still had a few things to do: one was to track down Cafe Sperl. Built in 1880, Cafe Sperl has been a hotspot for creatives and writers over the years. I felt compelled!
Remnants of brunch, Cafe Sperl
My last post, apart from the Naschmarkt which I had a quick scurry through (don't think winter is the best time for a visit) was the Musik Verein. Some years ago, and I don't know how, I found myself watching the New Year's concert in the early hours on the BBC, which has been televised most years from 1989. I remember being impressed by the Viennese Waltzes - both the music and the ballerinas. If you go to the event itself, you would only see the Orchestra, as the ballerinas perform simultaneously in other parts of the city. To get tickets for the event there is a lottery system, where people apply in the same way we did for the Olympics in 2012. Prices range from £100 to £1000. I might try some day!
I joined a guided tour (the only way) and was delighted by the enthusiastic guide and his description of the construction of the large concert hall. He quizzed the audience and told us of, how many of the structures within were not as they seemed - fake marble, a suspended roof for instance, much of which is done to improve the acoustics. It was yours truly who guessed the last remaining 'fake in the room' which was the Organ. What we see is a Facade, but behind is the real thing - easier to manage repairs that way apparently without disrupting the whole structure.
There were strictly no photos, but with a deft hand I snapped a quick ceiling shot on my phone, before some of my fellow tourists got a telling off - it pays to be a Pro!
On my little jaunt, I managed to tick everything, but two items off my itinerary and it didn't matter as the Secession House had scaffolding on and the Butterfly house at the Hofburg Palace was closed for refurbishment.
As I've said before, you cannot get a sense of a place in a short visit, and everywhere has it's flaws (one friend commented on the rise of the far right in Austria, but I didn't get the air of deep conservatism in my time here).
There was something nice about feeling like you'd stepped back, just slightly, in time. It got me thinking of Chairman Mao's 'great leap forward'. Too many times, in my opinion, we rush ahead blind, making unnecessary changes to customs, that upon reflection do add something special to the cohesion of a place - and I don't think it has to mean the heart stops beating, just, maybe with a calmer rhythm.
My host is certainly at the forefront of technology, with 8 hard-drives/expansion cards whirring away in his living room, some form of Bitcoin miner. He was singing the praises of this city (he is from Croatia) and told me that Vienna has won the award for best city in the world to live in for ten years running.
In conclusion, I would thoroughly recommend Vienna for convenience, art, and relaxation. My only gripe was there were too many men in Cardigans.
*I visited Vienna from 19-22 January 2018.
*all Umlauts are missing, apologies!
There is something happening on Instagram right now - 'the best nine', showcasing people's favourite nine images of the year, neatly presented as a montage to roundup their year in pictures.
This got me thinking; what makes one photograph stand out above others, especially in a world that is saturated in imagery?
A good picture is a good picture at the end of the day, but who gets to decide what is good? We could argue about the subjectivity of viewing images, and the education of 'reading pictures', but let's keep this light...
For the viewer it might be the way the light falls, or a memory that is evoked. It's not always obvious why we react to something. Certain images and styles resonate with us at different times of life. Some images stay favourites precisely because of this.
And so, for various reasons here are some images that have resonated with me over the years:
Don McCullin ©
A shell-shocked US Marine, Hue, Vietnam, 1968
Don McCullin was the first photographer I studied in any depth and I have been in awe of photo-journalists covering conflict ever since. McCullin started young, as he found photography whilst carrying out his national service in the RAF.
Don McCullin © The Guvnors in their Sunday Suits, Finsbury Park, 1958
I've added this one for my local readership!
Ansel Adams © Jeffrey Pine, Sentinel Dome, Yosemite National Park 1945
There aren't many images from the great American photographer, Ansel Adams that do not wow the viewer. This may not be one of his most iconic images, but I have it on my wall, as I'm a big fan of Mother Nature, and love the way the wind has fixed this tree over the years.
Shooting on large-scale cameras and creating the zone system with Fred Archer to form a grading system from the whitest white to the darkest black, his images were a scientific delight.
William Klein © From the series Pray and Sin New York
In my mid-twenties I was heavily inspired by William Klein. I spent considerable hours wandering through the backstreets of London's East End, somehwat emulating his style.
I haven't kept on top of his whole career, but earlier this year as part of Photo London, I had the great pleasure of going to a talk at the National Portrait Gallery of William Klein in conversation with David Campany. Although he is old, and physically weary, he could still wax lyrical about his amazing accomplishments as a photographer and he remains high on my list of achievers.
Amanda Eatwell © Aldgate East circa 1997
This shot was taken around the time I was inspired by Klein. I finally got around to framing it just last year, so I see it every day!
Found the neg's - it was shot on Tri - X, rated 800 ASA / Processed in HC110 Dev. Oh! The memories!
Spencer Murphy © Mark Rylance
Bringing my favourite images up to date is Spencer Murphy. I first became aware of him in the 2012 Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize where this image won him Third Place. I have been following his career ever since.
Single images are becoming a harder way to arrest people's imagination, but I still love a strong portrait.
Nowadays, I am a huge fan of Instagram, with it's easy access to imagery. Any time of day I can easily access some amazing images. On this platform, I find photographs that appeal to me offer awe, beauty, or humour.
A couple of my favourites are Benzank, with his extremely witty, stylised photographs and Jimmy Chin who literally seems to live on top of the world. I've also enjoyed following Niall McDiarmid's Town to Town and Graeme Oxby's The Kings of England (Elvis impersonators). Check them out if you get a chance.
So, there you have a few of my favourites. Let me know yours. Let's start a conversation!
Gathering the Props
I don't remember now when this idea first entered my mind, but I do know that I bought three face packs whilst in Japan in March 2016!
It's noted on the first page of my diary this year, and multiple reminders throughout to get this project started. I finally set the wheels in motion on 20th September and sent a mail-out, asking for participants. In my mind I wanted twelve people to make a worthy collection. To my good fortune, I got a pretty solid response from nine people with a possibility of another four. Obviously, one needs to massage these opportunities, but it was a good start. I always intended to photograph myself, so I had a spare in the bag!
So, where do ideas come from?
I asked myself that question as I was writing this post, and headed over to Ted Talks where I found this little gem from Steven Johnson, popular science author and media theorist.
He talks about how a lot of inventors and entrepreneurs emphasise having a Eureka! moment, when in reality this 'final act of realisation' (my words) is in fact the final piece of a meandering puzzle. "An idea is a new network of neurons firing in sync with each other inside your brain. It's a new configuration that has never formed before".
He discusses how Darwin relays the story of how he came up with the concept of natural selection in his autobiography, as if it came to him in an instant. Subsequently, Howard Gruber went through Darwin's copious notebooks with a fine tooth-comb, and presented the case that, if Darwin had pieced together all of those notes, he already had the full theory of natural selection wrapped up within them, months and months before that pivotal moment.
I am not comparing myself to Darwin, but the point is, it can take a long-time to formulate an idea, and with my work being a creative, rather than scientific pursuit there is plenty of room for adaptation and fluidity evolving from the first intention.
Mixing the palette
"Chance favours the connected mind" Steven Johnson
For my own project I now had less than three weeks to piece things together! I would be visualising the people and thinking a little about what I know about them as individuals. I had decided to make a link between the Face Packs and the backgrounds.
In the initial email I had asked people if they regularly used face-packs or if they had a favourite type. Some of them did, so I tried to incorporate this into my planning too.
The only male participant told me how, as children, him and his siblings used to take the natural clay from their local beach in Portugal and spread it on like war-paint to play warriors.
Even if the photographs have no deep meaning, as an artist you want to create work that is visually pleasing. A lot of what I had running through my mind will not be obvious to the viewer, but I think if all the elements come together as a satisfying whole in the mind of the observer, then a picture is a success.
My first purchases were some of the face-packs. I had imagined walking into a drugstore and being able to choose from an ample display of single-use Face Packs, but those days seem to have gone! I was probably over-complicating things to keep this element of realism that I mentioned, but if there was a link between background, face-pack, and sometimes the people themselves I had to source what I felt were the correct face-packs for the job!
In hindsight, maybe I could have ordered stuff online, but my brain works in the old-fashioned way. If you want something, go and get it, physically. I enjoy walking, I do not enjoy shopping on the internet, so legwork became the route to my acquisitions. Nothing new there!
For the face packs I visited lots of stores including John Lewis, Boots, Superdrug (who offered the most choice), even Topshop, not to forget Japan!
I had envisaged all of the backgrounds being made of cloth of one sort or the other, but when I started looking into fabrics I could see it was going to be difficult to source the patterns I imagined. I searched online and visited Berwick Street in Soho which is historically famous for it's fabric stores. One shop owner told me that you can get pretty much anything printed onto fabric digitally nowadays, so there wasn't much in store in terms of what I wanted. I decided to concentrate mainly on sourcing wrapping paper for the backgrounds instead.
I somehow wanted to maintain an element of realism in the shots, and so I headed to the West End in search of backgrounds and props. Getting my head around what was essentially a dozen separate ideas was a little mind-boggling at times, so I ended up with some surplus items including a lilac poncho, some awful pineapple-paper, and I almost bought some wrap' sporting Pandas in party hats!
Piecing it together - my little notebook, linking ideas with shopping lists.
Invaluable!
I stumbled upon an amazing shop called So High, also on Berwick Street. In there I spotted some plastic fruit which inspired me. These fruits caused a delay on shoot-day as it proved hard to find a way of suspending them in a good position. Luckily, one of the sitters brought a friend, so I enlisted her help in holding the fruit strategically in place. This is where a little luck comes in, to help with proceedings! Other items I found in So High were a middle-eastern style turban, a bindhi, lace fingerless gloves, and a choker. Quite an Aladdin's cave.
It is fair to say, that once you put an idea out there and start to talk to others about it, things will come your way. Following the mail-out, a friend responded to say, that despite not wanting to participate she had a few props that maybe useful, so I paid her a visit and borrowed, amongst other things, the towelling turban which is an ingenious item that was sent as a gift from her cousin in Australia!
On my first shopping trip I secured at most, five backgrounds, so I was feeling a little anxious. I had found a beautiful hand-made paper that conjured up images of rock formations in my head, and spotted a wonderful paper of delicate ferns in Liberty. I kept that one in mind as they charge silly-money for wrapping paper, but alas I headed back the following week to buy some. Rooting around at home I found a pair of vintage-floral bunny ears left over from a shoot I did some years back - amazing what you accumulate! This led to an idea, and what I considered a stroke of genius! My first thought was to source a material/paper with carrots on, but just a couple of days before the shoot I thought of fake grass, and remembered that a friend of mine had bought some before from a local floor company, so I nipped out of home and secured myself an off-cut of artificial turf! When people wonder what I do all day!!
I had some relative success by 4th October (nine days prior to the shoot) with regard to sourcing backgrounds, but now I think about it, it's a good job I booked a few days holiday the week of the shoot.
During that week I took an afternoon out to Leigh-on-sea. The project was never far from my mind, and so it was in Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe that can be found in many a costal town, I found exactly the kind of lolly I wanted for one of the shots!
My final port of call was Lush on Oxford street. They deal in fresh, handmade cosmetics, so I headed down there a couple of days before shooting commenced. As I walked into the Lush experience, overwhelmed by a swirling sea of scents, I made my way to the fresh face-pack zone: a smorgasbord of textured creams, piled into enamel bowls and laid on a bed of ice like a fish-mongers display. I asked a young assistant for some help, and he soon enlisted the help of a colleague. They were both very excited as I explained the project and I consulted my notebook, trying to piece together the people, the backgrounds and the facepacks.
Their range of Face Packs was exceptional, and I found four face-packs that would work based on colours and ingredients. Unfortunately, I was having trouble justifying the price-tag (£7.50 a pot) as my bill-spend was escalating fast! The girl suggested, 'so you'd like x,y and z, and in this case w too!' She said "I'm going to give you this one, come with me to the till". I could hardly believe my luck - being given a freebie in a huge store on Oxford Street. Thank-you Lush lady!
Fresh Face Packs in the fridge!
I had allocated two full days to photograph this portrait project, and formulated a timetable into which I needed to fit the cast. I also had a little spillage time on the Friday afternoon, which I used to set-up the shoot and photograph myself as a test!
One person had dropped out in the run-up to the shoot, and I wanted to push every possibility, so I chased up a very busy friend of mine and got a confirmation for her availability that Friday. Our correspondence went a bit like this:
ME: "Sorry to hassle you, but how do you feel about being a vintage bunny? (surely not the first time you've been asked? I have some floral bunny ears that could be fun!"
HER: "I know you haven't seen me in a very long time, but I think you know me well enough to know that this would basically be my ideal persona: a vintage bunny. Bunny me up please."
And there you have it, the right people, with the right attitude. Makes life easier, and a lot more pleasurable!
This particular image has not been selected for the final set, but I love it!
I got very excited whilst prop-hunting, when I found these fluffy hair-ties which immediately made me think of Rabbit's tails! I bought them, thinking we would find a way to make them work. Take it as you will!
Another outtake, and image I like a lot!
In the context of the set, my straw poll declared this too sinister. I think it can stand alone!
I enlisted the help of my Son to help set up the shoot and be responsible for focussing and shutter-pressing on the picture of me. The hour I'd asked of him turned into two or three, so I inflated his pocket-money and everyone was happy!
Setting Up
With two shots under my belt on Friday, I awoke Saturday morning and prepared for the day ahead. I sprayed the first background onto hardboard and saw I had a message on my phone "Aaah slept in! Can you call me..." This was not the start I'd hoped for!
When it comes to the shoot itself there is always room for adjustments and unexpected occurrences, but it has to work out one way or another! Even photographers who plan their shots like a military operation have to allow for some shift in proceedings.
I love the way a shoot unfolds, even if at the time it feels quite pressurised. I have to say that this sequence of shots did prove quite a feat in terms of timing and logistics. In hindsight I would have given myself two-hour time slots per person, instead of an hour fifteen, as each time, I had to communicate the idea, apply masks, change backgrounds, and sometimes adjust the lighting as I soon discovered that different backgrounds absorbed different amounts of light, so the artificial lawn started off as a black-hole!
With more time (and or an assistant) I may have spotted my biggest failing in this series - my beautiful honey-bees that I was so pleased to have discovered as a wax-cloth in John Lewis were barely discernible as Bees. I am still feeling the sting!
It was only after the big weekend that I took a breath out and realised I had pulled it off - photographing thirteen people and creating a new body of work.
This is what I do - take an idea, spin it around, make some plans, execute the idea and reach a conclusion. You never know quite how it will go, but the ride can be exhilarating.
If you've read this post, I would love to see your comments below, thanks!
You can see the complete set of final images over here
Huge thanks goes to all the participants, who unanimously stated they enjoyed the experience!
This blogpost was going to be called 'Keeping Inspired as a Photographer', then I realised, I have no problem keeping inspired, but I have a huge problem finding time to execute my ideas, and even worse, to really get 'involved' with them; to take them to the next level.
Life is a busy place; if you live in a city, even more so. Being a London Photographer means I am constantly given inspiration via all of my senses, whether that's from walking the streets, talking to the myriad people one meets or by participating in any number of cultural delights, be it eating great food, watching a live band or visiting an art gallery.
Discovered Fenton House and Garden, a little gem hidden on the backstreets of Hampstead recently.
Some years ago I had a conversation with a Psychotherapist I met at a business-networking event and she helped me write out a weekly timetable that factored in time to do 'fun' things like visiting galleries or taking some exercise. As far as I'm concerned, this stuff is essential to keeping an open-mind and triggering creative ideas. It may seem luxurious to visit a gallery on a Tuesday afternoon, but really it's a research and reconnaissance mission!
I still have access to that weekly timetable, which I print off when I want to focus on a few key targets in a given week. Beneath the tabled agenda are these words from Nicole, the Psychotherapist:
"Keep this flexible! Always keep in mind long-term goals, but work clearly and patiently.
Let the pressures and the 'shoulds' go. Do one thing at a time. Go slow - stops crashes!"
Since I've been attempting to live in a less-agitated state (must do, got to do, rush, rush, rush) I have found way more equilibrium and allowance for myself not to achieve everything I intended to do in a day. There really is a limit, in time, energy and efficiency when it comes to living an agreeable life in the twenty-first century.
I had a particularly wild summer this year in terms of external events and inward emotions. It was great, but I recognised the wisdom needed to kick in, and that something had to give. I don't want that something to be my sanity, so I eased my foot off the pedal and have been attempting to filter in more downtime. Of course there's still been lots of fun, and plenty of late nights, but that's been my bag for years, so I'm cool with that!
My favourite inspirational quote right now is Do Less Better. I remind myself of this quote regularly, as for me, it sings. I cannot accept every invitation, I cannot do all the things I would like if there were two of me, so I have to choose wisely what I agree to doing both inside and outside of my work.
As we are in an age of the pursuit of self-discovery, another practice I have been honing is to hang around with people that inspire me. So instead of getting annoyed that your parents don't 'get' what you do (guilty) spend as much time with the people who do. I'd be nowhere without my peers and friends that allow me to do what I do without judging me...
People that understand why you're staying up until 2am because you have something you just need to complete, like this blog for example! Traversing London from one side to the other because you have to secure an item to execute an idea that's in your head. A little masochism goes a long way in the life of an artist, entrepreneur or madman!
As I only managed two days official holiday this year thanks to bad planning, I scheduled five 'me days' into my diary last week. That somehow turned into two very long days of catching up with admin and prop-shopping for a new personal project (talking of inspiration!) before spending two and a half days shooting said project!
What I had planned though was a day-trip to what has become a preferred bolthole of mine: Leigh-on-sea in Essex. It had got to around 11am and I needed to be back in London by 5pm to get home and ready for a Private View at the Printspace. I almost talked myself out of making the trip, but I am so glad I stuck to the plan!
Arriving at Chalkwell
I now had about three hours to explore, which involved some picture- taking along the beach, stopping for a salmon bagel, buying some sweets for use in my upcoming project - kinda knew that every seaside town has a Sweet Shop, and my piece de resistance - visiting the little gem of the Francesca Maffeo Gallery
On show was Alexander Missen's Q & A, a fascinating collection of images following Missen's journey across America, 'providing an examination of cultural symbolism and how the motifs we associate with America have affected the reality of place and people.'
Runs until 28th October.
Alexander Missen's Q & A at Francesca Maffeo Gallery, Chalkwell, ends 28th October.
There was an added bonus for me at the gallery, as in conversation, Francesca told me that the good folk of London Independent Photography had paid a visit, and there on the counter was one of my pictures representing the group on a recent promotional flyer!
Ed, representing!
In Twenty-Eighteen I intend to get stuck into my next long-term project. That's a year behind schedule, but you can only do what you can do! I will spend some time over Christmas researching further and hope that I can be fully involved with no cutting corners, and pushing myself to new limits!
I am hardly the person to demonstrate high levels of efficiency with my powers of distraction , but I am aware of the things I can do to stay on track and keep reminding myself of where I am heading (there is no final destination by the way!)
Happy Headspace!
Amanda
Photographing people has been a part of my practice for a long time. In my film-shooting days, I photographed many weddings and children's portraits, but it wasn't until the impact of the recession and general changes in the industry that led me to commit to specialising in Portrait Photography, both via commission and more conceptually within my own practice.
In 1998 whilst working as a freelance assistant there happened to be a large-scale makeover studio in the West End called Covershots International. I heard through the grapevine about other assistants who had taken jobs there, so signed up alongside my peers.
The company was a stone's throw from Oxford Circus and spanned at least four floors of a mansion-styled building. At its height we must have had up to ten photographers shooting images at any given time. There was a make-up artist for every photographer, and almost the same number of stylists on hand. It wasn't unusual to work ten to twelve hours to accommodate all the people wanting to be transformed into a model-version of themselves.
I cannot tell you how much I disliked this job at the time. Despite having some great clients it felt like a production line for shallow dreams; each shoot was followed up by a sales team, ready to offer you a finance solution to purchase your prints. The more cynical/realist side of my character made it hard to consistently exude enthusiasm, so I was in awe of those colleagues who treated each shoot like they were working for Vogue!
As with any situation there were perks: I got to meet one of my favourite people, shoot on a Mamiya RB67 and gain invaluable experience of photographing and posing people. I still hear myself using a few of the terms I picked up then, such as bring your chin down slightly and drop your shoulder!
Nowadays I take people's pictures for many reasons. It could be a commission for corporate portraits, or purely conceptual, where I utilise people to represent an idea of my own.
I have photographed a lot of artisans and business owners who need images for their websites and social media. With this kind of client I would find out about their enterprise and discuss how they'd like to be perceived by their clients. This could translate photographically into a type of lighting, an appropriate clothing-style or a choice of location, such as setting them against a London Landmark to convey a geographic location.
My clients were setting up a new business, and holding meetings at The Shard. Such a prestigious location sets the tone to attract a certain type of customer.
I also have some clients with a large workforce, so can end up shooting forty plus people in a day. This becomes as much a logistical consideration as a photo-shoot, with employees continuing with their working-day: people are in meetings, on lunch, having a cigarette or working to their own deadlines. In this environment it is essential to be assertive and efficient.
Quite understandably many of the people that are requested by their boss to have their portrait taken for the company website are not really that engaged with the process- I'd be a rich woman if I had a pound for every person who has told me 'I hate having my picture taken'.
When working on my own projects I consider my practice as a complete journey. It is as much to do with the process as the final image. I will start with an initial idea, often sketching out an outline of the final shot. Each project is different, so the amount of time I get with a subject varies from project to project. One of the most fun and challenging ventures was the Hanami Series shot in Japan.
Working in a loud and chaotic environment surrounded by people who speak a different language to one's own was a good test of spirit!
Regardless of the type of shoot (personal or commission), no amount of planning can prepare you fully for what will happen in the moment. People are people at the end of the day, bringing their own character, style, and level of confidence in front of the camera.
Portrait photography, possibly more than any other creative medium incorporates several contrasting elements. You need to think quickly to create a powerful composition, check the technical data (am I using the right settings to evoke a certain mood? Is the light complimentary or enough/too much?), and maintain a conversation that keeps the subject engaged and preferably relaxed. You also need to work fast to build rapport with the sitter. All of this whilst keeping an air of calm!
I photographed Jabo Ibehre at his home, whilst taking time out from his intense professional football practice. Despite the final image looking relaxed, there was a lot of patience required to get his precious feline to behave accordingly! Thankfully Jabo embraced the whole experience and kept me busy answering questions throughout!
I find humans infinitely interesting, on an individual level and in the wider sense. Photography is a great medium for forming a conversation and learning more about a person than you may do otherwise.
Successful portrait photography is a two-way street. Portraiture for me is about the experience and opportunity to interact with people, learn something about them, and make them feel at ease. They are even likely to have an interesting, and maybe, even enjoyable time!
For the past four years I have spent a good deal of time in a Boxing club. Not something I had ever imagined, but now I can't imagine my life without it!
Anyway, just recently the UK's only disability-sports magazine, OnTrack were looking for stories, and they found one with me. Below is a preview. Click here to read the article online, starting page 25.
As Michael Caine once said (kinda) 'Not a lot of people knew that'...
So, it's 8th March. February always leaves me feeling short -changed!
After living a relatively solitary life for the past couple of years, I managed to catch up with a few friends this February and chased my tail around town for various events (not so unusual).
Who’s been enjoying all the great movies this February? I have missed out on plenty, but managed to watch Split, starring James McAvoy last weekend. Slipping into myriad characters as a sufferer of Dissociative Identity Disorder, McAvoy did a great job. Suspense, darkness, terror…
A friend of mine has started a film-club which sounds awesome – they recently watched an amazing sounding Chinese Film ‘In the Mood for Love’ whilst sipping on Shanghai Cocktails! As much as I would like to go, I am being fiercely determined to stick to my master – plan (mildly ethereal) so have to turn down some great offers.
Don’t give up what you want most for what you want now. (Probably Neal. A Maxwell)
I took a trip with my colleagues from Vintiners Framers down to Maddox Arts in Mayfair. ‘Cabbages and Kings’ is curated by one of our great customers, Cuillin Bantock. There are works from ten contemporary painters, but with no prompting, we all chose Mr. Bantock’s Matisse-inspired Gouaches as our favourites.
Photo Credit: Laura Coates
Running until the end of March. It’s worth a visit if you’re in the West End.
http://www.maddoxarts.com/exhibitions/
I attended the talk and Book Launch for Mimi Mollica’s Terra Nostra, exploring the effects of the Mafia in Sicily.
As the large ‘Belgravian Door’ of the Italian Cultural Institute opened I clocked a friend of mine from the Boxing Club. That was unexpected! She attends weekly Italian lessons there, so had come as part of her cultural journey.
I somehow managed to get a seat in the packed room, avoiding watching the talk on a screen in the overflow room/library. I had clocked a variety of seats with VIP reservations, so hovered by the doorway. Time was ticking and some of these people weren’t there. Right enough, the seats became available to anyone in close-range, so I had a great position to watch the panel discussion between Mimi, Sean O’Hagan, Dewi Lewis and Marco Delagu, the Director of the Institute.
Following the talk I was first in line to get my book signed before Jo led us through the ‘servants quarters’, upstairs where a generous drinks reception, replete with recently delivered boxes of Pizza and a taste of Melanzane Parmigiana were ready for consumption. Time well spent.
This month I stood down from the committee of Islington Art Society. I have been a member for several years, and it’s been a great experience. I feel I am still mid-career, and wanting to push my work in a certain direction, so time to let this one go. If you’re an artist with time on your hands, I would seriously consider getting involved with a group like this. Based on a mutual love of the arts and a sense of community, these institutions are a glimmer of light in a dark world!
Kicking off next week is the group annual show of the Crouch End collective of London Independent Photography. The private view is on Wednesday 15th March, 7 – 9pm if you want to come.
I shall also be in attendance on Sunday 19th March from 1 – 4pm and on Thursday 23rd March from 4 – 7pm. Hope to see you there!
The group chose one of my images for the poster: Tokyo from above!
My work has been varied this month, from helping students at St. Martin’s photograph sets for their interior-styling course, and helping an artist-friend build a website. I have been busy photographing for a couple of projects, but not ready to reveal, so in the meantime, here are a couple of shots of some special people in my life!
We need to talk!
Spot the Ball!
For the past few years, I have been working at streamlining my life, with February as no exception. You only get one shot at this, so make some sacrifices and stick to your quest. I am not saying make rigid plans, as adapting to challenges and reassessing your journey is paramount to continued growth, but if you want something, do something. Get started, and enjoy the ride!
So ends the lesson for today!
See you soon
Amanda xx
New year, new start...nah! Scrap that. I prefer to try and make improvements all year round - why restrict yourself to the new year, and who invented the calendar anyway?!
I haven't made any resolutions, but there are a few things I would like to achieve this year. If I do, you will surely read about them here!
I have found more time for reading over the past year or so, and quite recently read Gandhi's Autobiography - the main objective was to learn more about this eminent figure. As it was written by himself, in a rather flat manner, I cannot say I was awestruck, but I did find some of his behaviour fascinating and the core of his intentions admirable. His lessons in self-restraint were phenomenal, bordering on self-abuse. This must have struck a chord somewhere, as I have taken to abstaining from eating 'land-animals' and bread for the whole of January, purely as an exercise in self-discipline. I can't say either has been particularly difficult to go without, but I have learned that bread is so convenient. Notice how I didn't choose alcohol - one step at a time folks! (*In the spirit of honesty I have to admit to accidentally eating bread once. Yes, accidentally! I had a very weird couple of days where within 24 hours my Uncle died, my Mum was admitted to hospital with high blood-pressure and unexplained chest pain, and my aunt was having investigative tests for her own unexplained pains at the same time. This resulted in a flying visit home and a day in the hospital. We ended up in the cafeteria and I was so busy trying to avoid meat that I figured I would just have a sandwich...as I peeled back the wrapper I exclaimed "No way, I can't believe I bought a sandwich"! Too late. I was a little disappointed, but it didn't seem appropriate to waste the food.
A Time to Reflect
Following the Downtime exhibition, I certainly had some 'down' time of my own, to the point I was wondering what the hell I should or could do next. Luckily, I recognise that any creative mind needs time to reflect and recharge. The way I work on personal projects and 'life-plans' means I circulate a lot of ideas and bits of ideas over a period of time(from weeks to years), and then one day it will all form into one glorious (and often difficult to achieve) idea! I am now armed with three clear projects, ranging from mini to maxi, and I am really looking forward to getting my teeth stuck into them.
Apart from filing my tax return, and the odd job, January has been full of teaching for a variety of reasons - I had a lady who wanted to improve her photography skills for a new online business, and another lady who had set a resolution to come out of auto-mode. I also put together a two-week teenage photography course after a number of enquiries. The poor souls had to brave zero degrees so we could put our theory to practice. I think the next one will be in the spring!
Um. What does this button do?!
Demonstrting shutter-speed whilst warming up!
The Palm House was closed, ruining my cunning plan to warm up. Do not be fooled by the pretty picture. It was freezing!
I offer photography tuition locally, on a one-to-one basis, starting from £59.00 for a two-hour session. I can also facilitate photography workshops for community groups.
Talking of teaching, if you follow me on social media then you should know that I qualified as a BoxingYoga™ Coach last June, and now take regular classes in Crouch End as follows:
Sundays at 11am, the Picture House Cinema, 165 Tottenham Lane, Crouch End
N8 9BY https://www.picturehouses.com/cinema/Crouch_End_Picturehouse
Monday and Thursday evenings at 7.30pm, Total Boxer, 21 Cranford Way, Hornsey, N8 9DG
Breaking some moves!
A few years ago I would never have believed that I'd eagerly await a double-session of Boxing at the club on Friday nights, so if you fancy a challenge, there are worse things you could do. Check out Total Boxer and their amazing new premises here http://totalboxer.com
Until next time,
Amanda x
That has to have been one of the busiest months of my life and was a true test of my mettle. As I am writing this, I guess I passed the test.
I belong to both London Independent photographers and Islington Art Society. For the past two years I have been a committee member for IAS (these things can happen by accident, be warned). Both groups held shows in November, and for Islington Art Society, as well as preparing my works, I had to attend and photograph the Private View and invigilate a couple of times. I also found myself painting plinths for the ceramicists, as it was my bright idea to get some more made up. With the help of some fellow members we had got two of the plinths delivered to my flat a good month before the exhibition. Needless to say I finally got around to painting them two days before delivery!
Just want to take this opportunity as a ‘keep-fit’ advocate that I think coping with a hectic lifestyle is made a whole lot easier by keeping fit & active…when necessary, I can literally run from one place to the other, and lugging equipment and framed works around town when you don’t drive needs a certain level of strength and determination! I am not suggesting we should run ourselves ragged, but when several opportunities happen at once, you need to be at the top of your game to accept them.
Beautiful Plinths!
I managed to get a quick trip to Leigh-on-sea with a fellow photographer. After having fun on the barren beach, we went to see Laura Pannack's exhibition at the Francesca Maffeo Gallery. This was my second visit since it opened back in June. I get the distinct feeling I will become quite familiar with that part of Essex!
Me and Leigh-on-Sea
Other highlights were the Alexandra palace Fireworks display and a ‘Giving Thanks’ dinner held at my friends’ on Thanksgiving. The idea was we would take it in turns to say what we were grateful for. Some people were more grateful than others!
I have been very disciplined of late, so allowed myself to let my hair down at the Total Boxer (new venue) House-warming party, and managed to bust some moves which for me usually indicates a successful evening!
Ooh...aah!
Work wise, I took my annual outing to Islington & Camden cemetery for the Mayoral Remembrance Service: I have been photographing the event for around nine years now! Yesterday (30th November), I did a job for a new client, WCAL. They provide educational resources for children, so I was photographing kids looking happy about learning! I had a lot of equipment to lug, so had to take cab both ways - on the way there I got to listen to a radio phone-in, discussing Tony Blair & the Chilcott enquiry, and on the way back we hit Arsenal match-day traffic which added 30 minutes to the hour-long journey. My driver told me he has worked for Uber since May and this was his worst journey to date!
I was pleased to see the Mayors of both Camden and Islington are young women this year.
New client work
Footnote. Whilst writing this the website has crashed at least ten times, which means I have been re-writing, then saving words after every few sentences! I also wanted to upload some other pictures, but have discovered one of my memory cards has corrupted. This is just how it goes sometimes :(
The overwhelming amount of energy this month, unsurprisingly went on Downtime/Hanami – my biggest solo-show to date…
My son, Sam, turned sixteen mid-month, so I squeezed in a cake-making enterprise in two sessions: one late at night and one early the next morning. I needed sustenance that week, so a slice a day kept my energy up! The exhibition was hung on his birthday with the generous help of three LIP members– one of whom had only joined the month before. He offered his services and I was happy to have any help I could get!
Mmm...chocolate!
The Private View was immense, especially as I was busy tearing my hair out making labels not long before the grand opening. A good friend of mine had arrived early to help, and was telling me for at least an hour that I should probably get ready now! Lots of people turned up, including a good number of my subjects – many more of them visited at other times. It was nice to see people reading the mini-stories that went alongside the images, and discussing the people and their passions.
Showtime!
Throughout the show, I got to meet new people, catch-up with old friends and family members, and got my name out and about in photography circles. I attended meetings with Picture Editors, sold some work and got myself some tuition clients. That can't be bad!
My exhibition was part of Photomonth, an international Photography festival that takes place most years in the east of London and runs from 1st October to 30th November. It facilitates the opportunity for hundreds of photographers, amateur and professional to showcase their work in a multitude of environments. Through the show and the space I got to meet some great people, and feel more than ever that photographers are helping each other out, in recognition of a shared passion. Two people that deserve mention are Nick Findlar, conflict photographer and Marcus Bastel, Landscape/ people photographer.
Nick was showing at Republic when I took Sam down to show him the space. We chatted about all things photography and he subsequently put me in touch with a wine supplier, who gave me a good deal on wine for my Private View.
Marcus Bastel dropped by my exhibition as he was preparing for his own: Faces of Mustang which is running now - check it out! Marcus recognised one of my pieces, as another version was on show at the Photomonth Photo Open in Richmix, where he also had work. It turned out that due to work commitments I could not collect my piece from Richmix when the show ended, so I had brainwave, and asked Marcus if he would mind picking mine up, figuring he'd be collecting his own. He agreed and I shall collect it this afternoon when I go to see his show!
It's over a week since the exhibition ended and I am yet to recall all that happened. I was hoping to avoid too much of a comedown, but like any show, there is always a little deflation after the build-up and performance. You're only as good as your last job/show as they say.
I worked on Downtime for around three years, and I am sure it will continue in some way. I would love to bring you an account of some of the things that happened whilst building the images – from appeasing Park Wardens to racing around for an essential prop that I was told would be on site! In the meantime, there are a couple of other projects brewing which I will be working on in the New Year.
Until then!
Amanda xx
My general reaction to the Downtime show!
The past eight weeks have been crammed with the organisation and implementation of various exhibitions and competitions. November will see the fruits of my labour, as I will be featured in four exhibitions across London Town!
Here they are in chronological order…
PHOTOMONTH PHOTO-OPEN
Preview 2nd November 6- 8pm
Rich Mix E1 6LA
Runs 02 – 26th November
Sun-Thurs 10am-12am, Fri & Sat 10am-1pm
This exhibition was open to all kinds of photographers, professional and non-professional,
students and young people from all over the UK and the rest of the world. All images
submitted will be screened on a projector, and a selection printed. Participants will not
discover if they have been selected for print until they visit the show!
***UPDATE! I had a piece selected for the wall, which was nice surprise!
ISLINGTON ART SOCIETY AUTUMN SHOW
9th – 26th November
The Original Gallery, Hornsey Library
Crouch End N8 9JA
Private View Wednesday 9th November 6-8.30pm
I’ll be there armed with my camera. There’s lots more than photography to see.
Please come along!
The picture used for the exhibition poster was taken by yours truly and is an image of
Alexandra Palace that I shot on black & white infrared film. Several people have commented
on never noticing that tree before, but it seemed well-established to me. All the more
reason for walking around with our eyes open!
LONDON INDEPENDENT PHOTOGRAPHY 28TH ANNUAL EXHIBITION
Espacio Gallery
159 Bethnal Green Road
15th – 20th November
London Independent Photography is a community organisation for amateur and
professional photographers with more than 500 members. There is a wonderful array
of satellite groups across the City who come together once a year to hold an annual
exhibition. Our independent selectors this year were Max Houghton (Senior Lecturer in
Photography at London College of Communication), Melanie King (curator and founder of
London Alternative Photography Collective), and Michelle Sank (Senior Lecturer in
Photography at Falmouth University).
I am pleased to announce that I have had a piece selected.
The Private view is on Tuesday 15th November, and I am not sure if I’ll make it myself! It
happens to be my son’s birthday and the day I hang my own show, so it will take a concerted
effort and a great deal of efficiency to find time to drop by for a quick hello!
DOWNTIME & HANAMI
16th – 21st November
The Gallery at Republic
Capstan House
2 Clove Crescent
E14 2BE
Private View Wednesday 16th November 6.30 – 9.30pm
Weekdays 11am – 7pm Weekend 12 – 6pm
This is big!
Two projects come together to form my biggest ever solo show…
Downtime shines a spotlight on what we do for kicks, outside of office hours.
Hanami captures some of the people who visited Yoyogi Park, Tokyo, to welcome the arrival
of the Cherry Blossom.
Needless to say that I am very excited to have this opportunity, and I do hope you will join
me at the show!
We are half way through Photomonth, and although I have managed to squeeze in a few shows, there is so much I have missed. Never have there been so many image-makers in the world!
My favourite so far was a small yet exquisite collection of black & white images by Mimi Mollica: Terra Nostra is his personal project, documenting Sicily and the impact the Mafia have had in the region. Expertly printed by and on display at the Printspace. Blink and you’ve missed it.
I nipped by the launch of Girl Town (celebrating the culture of the Female in the 21st Century), a collaboration between Shutter Hub and the Old Girl’s Club. There were 200 images from photographers across the UK and the world. A simple idea, well executed; recreated screen shots of instagram images with their numbered hearts and comments for all to see, and displayed as snapshots on the wall.
Talking of Shutter Hub, they have been very kind in writing a couple of pieces about my show and me. There are worse ways to spend your time, so why not grab a cuppa and settle in to what’s hot on the Shutter Hub site https://shutterhub.org.uk/blog
Not technically part of Photomonth, but within the timeframe I went to see William Eggleston Portraits at the National Portrait Gallery. I particularly liked his use of angles and unusual viewpoints. Something I am trying to incorporate more into my own work.
Keep smiling!
xx
Melonie Stennett, Teacher
Part of Downtime which goes on show six weeks today!
...Quite a lot probably, but let's not dwell on it.
To be honest, I can't stop being grateful for the number of sunny days we've had this summer, and they keep on coming! I am hopeful that I've packed in enough vitamin D to keep me buoyant throughout the winter.
And, with sunshine comes energy and I've needed a lot this past month as September was a roller-coaster...
I took on a couple of physical challenges: ten days straight of BoxingYoga™ to improve for everyone's benefit, and the Summer Sweat Challenge at Total Boxer which required a class-a-day for ten days: that would have been fine if I hadn't done a Strength & Conditioning class on day three - my arms were screaming for days!
Work has picked up a pace, so I am mostly running on adrenalin. I like being busy, and I like diversity in what I do, but I have to say my brain has felt a little challenged this month as I flit between photographer, tutor, mother, framing assistant and yogi . I could do with swappable heads like Wurzel Gummidge used to have!
I photographed a teeny-tiny wedding for some friends. They've been together 27 years, and didn't want a big 'do'. I felt privileged, as apart from four witnesses and the registrars, I was the only one there!
They did it!
The exhibition and competition flurry continues, which always brings fun and anxiety. I have made some great connections recently by banding my images around, so never miss an opportunity to expose yourself is my advice!!
I've picked up a new client in the education sector and I'm booked to give a talk this weekend to a large audience of mosaicists - giving them an overview of practical photography and how best to shoot their work.
It's now just six weeks until my solo exhibition opens in Docklands. That's okay; I only have to make the invites, print & frame the pictures, promote the show, work out how to hang it, and organise the Private View! Somehow, I don't think October will be any quieter. In fact, I am off to Norfolk tomorrow to shoot one of the last images for Downtime.
Offers of help welcome! In fact, I am looking for an 'intern' at the moment - aged 25 upwards, just the odd day, work-experience/expenses covered and payment when I have help on real jobs. Must be interested in photography (video a bonus), and social media. Someone keen on strategy and data would be great. Do spread the word and let me know if you know anyone.
Thanks
Amanda
Graham Bayliss, Fitter
Graham is a ball of energy - his relaxed mode is like most people's hard-work!
Welcome to Gravel Lane Vineyard, owned and run by Graham and his industrious wife Alison.
This photo comes from project Downtime, which will be exhibited as part of @Photomonth in London this November:
The Gallery at Republic, Capstan House, 2 Clove Crescent, E14 2BE London
Opening times:
• Wednesday 16th 11 -7pm
• Thursday 17th 11 -7pm
• Friday 18th 11 -7pm
• Saturday 19th 12 -6pm
• Sunday 20th 12 -6pm
• Monday 21st 11 -7pm
Get in touch If you want more information, and I hope to see you there!
David Exeter, Architect
David was one of the first people I photographed for Downtime. We had met at a local business meeting and I must have been on the lookout for participants! All along I have been blown away with people’s willingness to get involved, especially as my sessions are not a quick-snap scenario.
It was a very cold morning when we headed to Epping Forest with woolly hats donned and a car-load of equipment. We had a little run-in with the Park Ranger - Royal Parks red tape. Some fast-talking and a sprinkling of charm allowed us to go ahead with the shoot.
I used Profoto heads with a battery pack as I was looking for a clean light to cut across the greens of the forest. There was no action in the sky.
I think through a combination of the tribulations of the day and the final image, with it’s sumptuous greenery and stark-white suit, this photograph remains one of my favourites from the series.
The show runs from Wednesday 16th November through to 21st November.
Monday-Friday 11am – 7pm
Weekend 12 – 6pm
The show will form part of Photomonth East London International Photography Festival.
This will run from 1st October to 30th November across galleries and venues in East London.
For more information on the festival click here
Robbie Hopper, Economist
The countdown has begun.
The biggest solo show of my career to date will be kicking off in ten weeks time, and I’m a tad excited!! There is a lot to organise, but I will be regularly (such is the intention) updating you with progress reports!
Showcasing my Downtime project and a sprinkling of Japan it will provide an insight into the variety of things us humans get up to in our spare time.
With a nod to people’s professions, we may be surprised that a Postman dresses up like a Jedi or a cancer scientist makes her own clothes.
The show will run from Wednesday 16th November through to 21st November.
Private view on 16th, all welcome!
Monday-Friday 11am – 7pm
Weekend 12 – 6pm
Hope to see you there!
The show will form part of Photomonth East London International Photography Festival. London’s answer to Les Rencontres d’Arles!
It will run from 1st October to 30th November across galleries and venues in East London.
For more information on the festival click here
