London’s South Bank is full of things vying for attention but it pays to look up now and then.
Surely the window appeals to everyone who enjoys photographs? After all, it’s a frame that can present what’s in front as well as behind. The subject can change by the second and its lines and proportions inspire (or sadly depress).
Of course, looking in through a window raises ethical concerns; especially if we record (even publish) what we see. Is it an invasion of privacy?
Possibly. But not in a bad way.
Some of my first pictures were taken while travelling in Europe with a punk band. The photographer Porl Medlock came with us on a couple of tours and he really encouraged me. This one is from Belfast in the early 90s. I over-exposed the film by about six stops but the timing was good.
We’d just left the England training camp during World Cup 2006 in Germany and were heading back through the Black Forest to the team hotel. Tom the kitman suggested stopping for a drink at this roadside cafe and it was here I met the perfect dog.
He was small, lean, handsome and desperate to be let loose on the monster across the car park.
Good job his owner held him back really.