Showing posts with label Guardian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guardian. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 July 2015

Shocking ..










We had a superb thunderstorm round our way last night. The heatwave - all 8 hours of it - came to an abrupt end and the garden got the watering it so badly needed. I couldn't resist grabbing a few shots - hand-held and very much seat of pants stuff (lightning reactions?) - and shoved one on the Book of Face, only to be asked what camera I used! Doh ...

Anyway, that's not the shocking bit! The shocking bit is that yet another newspaper has decided that photographs don't need to be paid for any more. Last month the Manchester Evening News ran six of my Joy Division photographs without so much as a by-your-leave, and now The Guardian wants to play the same game with a selection of shots from my archive. They got in touch with my picture agency to ask if they could use a few and do a little article. So far so good, except there was no fee involved and the water-mark would be minimal on the shots. Bloody hell, it's no wonder the man in the street doesn't think anything of nicking a photograph when 'so-called' esteemed publications like these don't consider a payment to be in order. What bit of 'professional' photographer do you not understand, dear newspapers? Shocking ..

Friday, 19 October 2012

Wot? No?...



















Bloody hell! It's gone five on Friday afternoon and I've not had chance to blog. What's the world coming to, eh? No blog on a Friday? Jeepers! How will the world survive?

I dug these negs out of my 'big box of negs' the other day, and if you're not into photography then this is gonna be boring as hell! Sorry! These shots were taken at Bradford's Media Museum, as it's now called, when one of my photographer heroes, Andre Kertesz, had an exhibition to mark his, erm, 90th, I think, birthday. I took some shots of him with a birthday cake that'd been made for him and then .. double whammy .. in comes Guardian photography legend Denis Thorpe, and the two of 'em set up a 'duel' with cameras at fifty paces (Ok, three!) for Denis's newspaper shots for the next day's paper. Click, snap, thank you very much, I said to myself, as I shot the two of them 'at play'.

So, no blog on a Friday? Never mind that! These days there's no Kertesz, and Denis has retired and, guess what, they're talking about closing the print version of the Guardian. Mummy, take me home!....