A few years ago a good chunk of my holiday photos might have been scenes to show other people I’d been somewhere worth photographing. I may have pushed my mates in front of wherever it was to show other people that I did in fact have friends too. One of them would...
As we bustled into the friend’s family bungalow on that last Cornwall holiday, our youngest, Wallop, raided the pile of familiar games. We’d stayed here since Beebee was teeny and now she was too grown up to squeeze in the car with us for six hours. Funnily enough...
Ripping Times Ripping up photos – or nowadays deleting them – is not just a thing in my family, it’s a widespread practice. I hear it from quite a few people saying they have hardly any pictures of their mum. Is it an expectation of being a middle-aged woman, fully...
James asked me about looking through old family photos as a kid with my mum and dad. An idyllic scene but I don’t recall either of them being especially bothered about family history. They never even had their wedding photo framed and displayed like other friends’...
PHOTOGRAPHERS’ RULES FOR PUBLICITY SHOTS BLAM BLAM ACTION FLICKS: tight clothes, open mouths, guns, explosions. In all cases stick their digitally buffed faces on hot body doubles. We are selling fantasy here folks, not Pint ‘n’ Pie Night night down the Dog and Duck....
