Allowed to rot and now surrounded by architectural drivel worthy of a super-carbunkle award, this red brick icon of a Manchester past no longer present doesn’t look like this anymore. Continue reading Percy Brothers Hotspur Press
One of my favourite places is the Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester, though not entirely for the theatricals.
I find it at its best in the mornings, especially when the music has been muted so as not to interrupt rehearsals. The silence is somehow embellished by distant voices ricocheting around the theatre round, and the echoing urgency of lines being learned fortifies the stone calm of the building proper, contributing to an atmosphere of insistent quiet that I doubt you’ll find anywhere else. Continue reading Royal Exchange Theatre
The Britons Protection is one of those places in Manchester that have always been there and which we take for granted. Continue reading The Britons Protection
Edwin Lutyens impressive Art Decor chunk at the top of King Street is now the Gotham Hotel, with Jamie’s Italian taking up the lower part of 100 King Street.
Something strange is afoot on Wednesday mornings throughout the Summer months.
From Preston to Blackburn, then on to Whalley, Clitheroe, Settle and through to Carlisle, people are drawn to a weekly spectacle as if moved my strange magic or a magnetic spell.
Cars pull over.
Playground footie games pause.
Roadworks stop (do some ever start?) Continue reading Wednesday Morning Magic
The original Ibiza Uncovered series is rerun from time to time on Sky television channels. When it was filmed across Ibiza in 1997 I was on the Island, supposedly to shoot film for a travel company. Continue reading Ibiza Uncovered ?
We met someone in Lytham last year who told the story of an Australian family, who arrived in Blackpool expecting to see Las Vegas, but instead were horrified by tacky reality (hence their sharpish escape to Lytham!). Continue reading Blackpool
Millennium Bridge Sunset
I think it was Kierkegaard who advised we should write down our thoughts and ideas before they escape, because many don’t come along twice and the best ones will be lost forever (…Kierkegaard also believed the majority couldn’t think a thought through to its ultimate conclusion, so don’t be volunteering him for a twitter account). Continue reading Millennium Bridge
Old Trafford Football Ground
I’ve spent a lot of time at Old Trafford Football Ground down the years and its over a decade since I set myself the task of photographing the match night (and day) atmosphere of Old Trafford. Continue reading Old Trafford Football Ground
Our next contestant is Miss Yorkshire. She’s called DaisyMoo and is from Kirrby Malham. Tell us a little of yourself, DaisyMoo.
‘Well, I like to feel the wind in my hair and tickling my hairy cheeks, as I’m rambling in the hills around my home. I always eat my greens, I’m forever horny and they say my poo is good for gardens…’ Continue reading Miss Yorkshire
The selection of Pendle Hill photos I have is out of proportion to what I could ever hope do with so many images (except perhaps for a book on Pendle Hill, which isn’t going to happen…not a factual work, at least). Continue reading Pendle Hill
Holy Island Sunrise
Photography is primarily about developing personal vision: learning to see anew, if you like, though this time through lenses, as you strive to master the limitless perspectives they offer.
It is also about hard work, planning, knowing your subject/object, understanding light, the seasons, angles, hard-earned experience and myriad other details.
And occasionally – very occasionally – its about good luck. Continue reading Holy Island Lindisfarne
When I first went to the British Library in London, two of of the most impressive details were:
1: two power points at each desk for library users
2: Comfortable desk & seating, presumably based on an understanding of how humans are supposed to sit. Continue reading Central Library
Castlefield, Deansgate, looking towards Dukes 92 and Albert’s Shed.
I’m not sure why Castlefield Yellow is so popular as a print. What makes the image work for me is the halo of autumnal yellow over red brick, which is so perfectly reflected by the water and the yellow light of the lanterns. Continue reading Castlefield Yellow
Peveril of the Peak
If you come upon The Pev by accident and in ignorance, the shiny facade will probably stop you in your tracks, as did the gingerbread house for Hansel and Gretel in the woods.
Even more so if the Western light catches the green tiles at just the right angle, as those who built it undoubtedly knew it would. Continue reading Peveril of the Peak
So farewell then, Cornerhouse (oops…I’ve gone all E J Thribb).
Everyone has memories of this place, including bleary heads on the way to Rock World trying to come to terms with quiz night, Northern Soulies on the way back from a Ritz All-Dayer, generations of students from Manchester Uni and Man Met, and those of us who didn’t visit it as much as we might have. Continue reading Cornerhouse Manchester
Gratuitous Colour (AKA ‘Some Bird’s Arse’)
A friend of mine once tetchily dismissed this picture as ‘some bird’s arse’ and of course he was right.
It is some bird’s arse.
But to describe it thus is to willfully miss the point – I mean, just LOOK at those colours! Continue reading Gratuitous Colour