British Photography

The BBC finally got around to talking about British Photography. It’s not taken them that long really. They’ve  just given us The History of British Photography presented by notable sports photographer Eamonn McCabe, a very potted history of the medium in three parts. To quote the preview gumpf below !

” Eamonn McCabe explores the development of the art of photography in the UK, beginning by looking at how science and technology allowed pioneering photographers like Roger Fenton and Julia Margaret Cameron to create a new art form in the 1800s.”

It was actually quite good and no doubt informative for those mildly interested in the subject or those whose thirst for knowledge is never ending. It was great to see my University Professor  Tutor and now friend Paul Hill MBE ( awarded the MBE for services to British Contemporary photography ) sadly not talking about his own photography but that of landscape photographer Fay Godwin. Godwin sadly no longer with us attended some of Paul’s Workshop weekends at The Photographers Place, Bradbourne, Derbyshire back in the 80’s. I wish I’d have attended some of them but I neither had the courage, confidence in my own work or, and perhaps more importantly, the finances. My Dad probably wouldn’t have given me a lift there either even though it was just down the road.

“Check out that Andy Greaves he’s a bloody damn good photographer and don’t you forget it Eamonn mate”

Paul Hill showing me his teeth while out for a walk in the Peak District one time. Taken on a Sony Experia mobile phone thingy whatever.

Martin Parr who also attended Paul’s Workshops back in the day was another notable image maker on this programme. He’s like the Banksy of the photographic world by which I mean virtually everyone knows has heard of him. Parr’s pretty much turned himself into a Brand and you can bet your sweet ass  that whenever there’s a programme about photography  Parr will feature in it somewhere in it. You’d be forgiven for thinking Contemporary Photography begins and ends with Parr. I often wonder what Tony Ray-Jones would be doing now if he were still alive.

I was fortunate enough to be in London when Parr presented his New Brighton work at the Photographers Gallery round about 1986 ( yes I’m that bloody old ) and I managed to somehow get into the Evening Private Viewing  glass of wine nibble of cheese soiree bash. Parr who was a lot younger than he is now also gave a little talk followed by a question and answer session. Some BBC Executives turned up and gave his some flak concerning the invasive  nature of his working methods. I seem to remember making some comment in defence of Parr’s work to the assembled throng but whose going to listen to a twenty year old Northern oik dressed in bumper boots, jeans and Harrington jacket when you’re a Beeb Exec and pursuing a successful media career in keeping the population happy. Even now I can’t help thinking if these middle class cheese eating munters had concentrated on making sure their own BBC house was in order Jimmy Saville et al the country might not be so ringing it’s hands right now.

I used to love going to the Photographers Gallery on Great Newport St back in those days whenever I was in London staying at my brother’s place. You could always get a decent bowl of salad and fresh orange juice but more importantly the toilets were always clean in which to enjoy a good dump in a morning before setting off into the West End. Somewhere in my negative folder I’ve got a self portrait sat on,  taken using my OM1-N on self timer hung from the back of the toilet door coat hook. Must dig that one out sometime.

Right that’s it, I’m off to do some sewing !