“What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way?” Pablo Picasso On a bright summer’s day in 2009 in Manchester and the city was bustling with activity. I was out with my camera looking for moments, fractions of a second that are extraordinary: mining for the tiniest fraction of time that alludes to a story. The streets must be paved with such flashes of inferred meaning, thousands of moments more…
Anatomy of an Institution, an exhibition.
On Anatomy of an Institution and having my portrait taken by an aged camera. This was not my first encounter with this camera. I first saw it several years ago when, some what neglected; it lifelessly occupied a corner of The Manchester Metropolitan University’s (MMU) photography department. I remember seeing it as a bizarre looking piece of furniture, a cross between an 19th century table and an accordion. Back then it was a mere curiosity, an ornamental relic and a taker-upper of valuable space. On entering the Holden Gallery the 110 year old 12” x 12” camera is more…
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