Tour d'Eiffel

Montmartre

(Trans) Europe Express

a.k.a. highspeed Eurostar London to Paris through dirty windows. 

Can you hear the railroad (sound)track zoom zip clunk? 

More train rides, different continent here.

Swimming

Last week I headed to London Fields lido to shoot some swimming.

 I wouldn't normally have chosen to shoot sport but it was the theme for a Magnum/IdeasTap brief, and I figured it would be a good challenge to do something different.

I liked the idea of shooting someone who does sport on a regular basis, but is not an athlete. I wasn't looking for bulging muscles and super-human strength, but wanted to show a more typical engagement with exercise. Here are the results:

It didn't win but it was a good exercise in thinking about how I would tackle a brief, then putting a plan into action and comparing the results. If you're interested check out the winning images here.

Nan's house

Here are some photos I took recently, trying to tell a story about my nan.

Recently my nan was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. So far, it mostly affects her short-term memory: she can't remember if she's eaten, or what the last sentence she just read was about. Her longer term memory is largely intact. She knows she's been diagnosed, still remembers who everyone is, and what her past is. 

As she was always quite a reserved woman, and as I grew up in a different country from her, I've been keen to hear more about what kind of life she's had and what she's seen in her time. She's travelled a lot and like most people her age lived through tough times.

But the stories are harder to get to than I first realised: she forgets what she's talking about mid-sentence, trails off, gets confused and lost. Trying to talk about the past seems quite uncomfortable for her. In effect, it feels like these memories are trapped inside her.

The memory held in her muscles however is still strong. Her motor skills are very much intact, in fact she powers through her routine of daily household chores with enormous strength.

Her house is immaculately ordered, everything has its place. If you are foolish enough to leave a half-drunk cup of tea lying around, it'll be washed, dried and put away in a snap.

This is my documentation of a place rife with memories, and my attempts to trace and decode the map of knick-knacks and souvenirs that make up the story of a life lived.

To be honest the pictures came out very grainy, and though they sort of add to the idea of haziness and vagueness I think I might try to re-shoot some of these next time I go to visit her. 

"early morning mists rising over palm tree forest"

(though when the back falls off your camera you can't really tell)

Dancing with Berbers

Sahara under a camel... just as hilarious as it looks.

Asterisked* images by Nicola Ioannou.