Paris, August
Visiting Paris is never a hardship, especially when your sole intention is to spend several days photographing the city (as well as enjoying its hospitality). Elsewhere on this site are reviews of galleries visited as well as the material shot for the project re-imagining Atget. Instead, I've posted a selection of shots taken on a series of early morning walks. As part of the final project I wanted to capture the city as it wakes, as people head for work and some of the characters on the streets, I also wanted to capture something peculiarly French, the bakery and the gentleman strolling Rue Magenta as the sun just started to appear over the buildings across the road. |
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Cardiff, September
Cardiff is a fascinating city to photograph, it has a wide variety of architectural styles, grand and tiny streets and covered arcades and some monumental constructions crammed into a very compact centre.
It also seems to have the fizz of a big city, but maintains a friendly face, it's a place you can wander with a camera and (so far) never feel any disapproval. At night, especially Friday and Saturday it surges with the collective drunken energy of the revellers in its bars and clubs, and also in ancillary spaces, its city square and especially the takeaways of 'Chippy Lane'. The images (left) show the early Sunday morning aftermath of the night before. For a superb set of images of Cardiff after dark, the work of Polish photographer Maciej Dakovic can be found HERE. |
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Dublin, October
A visit to Dublin is always exciting, as a street photographer it offers unlimited opportunities, from the market trading women of Moore Street to buskers (and their audiences) of Grafton Street.
Midweek, early morning on a cold, damp October morning the city starts slowly then accelerates into the day. The voices of the earliest seem mostly eastern European, familiar accents among the service workers in the increasingly cosmopolitan city. The reluctant sun gradually seeks out the darker corners as street lights begin to shut down and hand over their duties.Gradually the smells of food, portable feasts of patisserie and the Dublin staple of frying bacon of the 'breakfast roll' as workers seek breakfast on the hoof begins to filter into the air. The cold pavements begin to feel more feet and the city surfaces to the cries of the Metro newspaper vendors and the sharp grating of steel shutters being opened. Time for tea and the anticipation of fresh photographic challenges, or maybe a gallery. |