Dropping some negatives off today at the developers I arrived midway through a debate about the merits of various X Factor contestants, something normally off my radar. But a name cropped up that sounded familiar: Kitty Brucknell.
She posed for me once I causally remark. Much excitement. “Have you seen the picture of her wearing only a pink bra in The Sun” I’m asked. No….
Then, there before me filling The Sun’s online page is an out-take shot during warm-ups for the portrait. Turns out it’s todays front page story.
My rangefinder is dead. It was made the same year as me.
In Turkey they still repair objects rather than replace them. But not my camera, it is beyond repair.
This is George. We met at Battersea Arts Centre where in the ballroom they still hold tea dances.
It is the only photo of interest from the test roll I shot. Originally I surmised I had not mastered focusing on a rangefinder, but since the moment when the focal ring fell out on the beach, unattached to the lens, I think differently. I have also missed the morning rays learning much about vintage cameras and bidding for a replacement under eBay’s midnight luminescence. Time for me to say hello to the sun again, and for you to say hello to George, the dancing man.
I am rather taken with Slow Club, so asked if I could do their portrait. Turned out nice as they say.
They are as delightful live and in person as they on record, www.bandstandbusking.com is currently featuring them so you can judge for yourself, along with the very great Emmy the Great and Psapp going acoustic. The Black Cab Sessions on a bandstand if you will.
Fact: Slow Club like my home-made bread.