CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO SEE THE SLIDESHOW FULL SIZED These pictures were taken on a visit to Gloucester, New England in 2018. It’s America’s oldest fishing port, and is is still very much a working town, rather than a place tourists visit. Whilst I was there I discovered that Edward Hopper had visited the town in the 1920s, and one of the paintings he did there, mansard Roofs, launched his career at the age of 40. I can understand […]
It’s strange, that which sits in our minds, quietly influencing us without us knowing. I was near the top of Hampden Street in Gloucester, where it’s topped neatly by Hovey. It runs steeply downhill, and affords a view of other toytown houses sprinkled on the hill opposite. In the evening, the sun sets behind the houses. Instinct had brought me there, not a guide book, and I was sure I’d found just the place to take my photograph. A black […]
Earlier this year, I was commissioned by Place First to document the first phase of the Welsh Streets regeneration project in Liverpool 8. The series of terraced streets are being refurbished so that once again the area will be again a thriving community. There was a strong campaign in the local area to have the houses saved from demolition and the project shows that not always do existing dwellings have to be flattened and replaced with high rise structures. In […]
BLUEPRINT STUDIOS, COLLIER STREET, 7.18AM The windows of Blueprint Studios glowed red, like a 4 bar electric heater. Behind me, an upstairs room in The Eagle Inn beamed bright tungsten light towards Trinity Way, like a lighthouse for those stumbling in search of the past. Behind both brick buildings the new, taller version of ancient Greengate had emerged, not quite facing in the same direction. I considered if the demolition of the Victorian architecture, and the emergence of the tower […]
WATER STREET 7.07AM Yet again the weather forecast had failed me. Rain spattered into my glasses as the clouds above surged into the distance, following an unseen agenda that all below would simply have to cope with. Beneath where I was standing, near the Victoria and Albert hotel, a million droplets strafed the Irwell, causing the gulls to twist and swirl as if trying to throw off an attacking fighter plane. A business man stomped towards his large BMW, frowning […]