Taken at the Wymondham Dickensian Steampunk Fayre in November 2013. This is the lead singer of Thy Last Drop who performed in the Market Square. The background was toned down with a little desaturation to minimise the distraction caused by the lady in the backround who was wearing a red raincoat.
Wymondham Dickensian Steampunk Fayre in November 2013. I saw this couple walking in Market Place and asked if I could take their photo. I found a nearby doorway and quickly posed them. To finish the image, I desaturated it a little.
Taken at the Wymondham Dickensian Steampunk Fayre in November 2013. I saw this gentleman, who was actually one of the stall holders, and asked if I could take his picture as he smoked his cigarette. He willingly obliged. I converted in to B&W and added some treatment to emphasise the facial features.
I’m not sure whether this is really ‘street’ or ‘event’ photography. The character was from a re-enactment weekend but I thought he looked a bit like a banker so I dropped in a London background (Moorgate actually).
I don’t know the chaps name. He often turns up at 1940s re-enactments as a Greengrass-type character (from the TV series Heartbeat). I asked him for a photo and found an angle where the lighting brought out the texture in his face and where the backdrop wasn’t too intrusive. A little Photoshop work brought out more detail in his face.
Taken in Trafalgar Square during a demo/protest. The police were keeping a watchful eye on proceedings but who is it in the background watching the watchers? Maybe they were watching the photographer…
Louise treats her face and hair like a blank canvas and creates new looks on a regular basis. I wanted to combine the bright vibrant colours of her face against the glum blandness of a brick underpass. Facing out of the picture also adds a degree of contention.
A summer’s evening in Lyon. I saw these three men and liked their arrangement and the pastel colours of the buildings behind them. I wanted something more in the picture and so I waited. Then suddenly one of them produced a piece of paper and handed it the other. That was the moment to take the shot. I don’t know what the paper was, maybe it was a contract. It could be anything in fact but The Contract sounded fitting for a title.
Taken in Lyon. I liked the diffusion of the frosted glass of the bus shelter and the fact that the legs and feet were sharp below the frosted glass. Their heads were hidden by an empty grey panel presumably there to take advertising. I wanted something to fill the board. Just 2 minutes away around the corner was a closed-down café with grafitti and paintings on it. Above the window, there were three painted heads. It just shouted at me that these were the heads that should be behind that bus shelter.