June- 2017
Extracts from, It Fell From an Unknown Height
8th - Election Day -The day was fine, not too warm. I didn't expect to see much, the odd protester here and there maybe; some lone soul with a banner perhaps, but mostly I just wanted to get a sense of the mood on the day of the election. Milled around Parliament Square and Downing street for a few hours but nothing really took my fancy. Today was more to test the new rangefinder film camera - a cheap little Canon and an inexpensive lens. As long as it works, produces an image, I couldn't really give a shit about all the rest. Sharpness isn't something I've ever really been too fussy about, so I'm okay with things should they not turn out crisp. I imagine they won't.

Turned my attention away from collecting John Hinde postcards and have become fascinated with postcards of old American motels. When I started out in photography, I thought I'd go and photograph them all, but it's been done countless times and I can't really be arsed. There are many things that I'd like to do, many things I have down to make a project out of - 40% of it I simply cannot be arsed to do until I've got some research done and the remaining lot I simply don't have the time. I have a notebook full of ideas for projects over that I've come up with over the years - some get a strike-through, but most remain. And that's what I like about all this - to simply photograph what I personally find interesting and not what I think others will be interested in. Fuck the others. 
12th - Am I a street photographer? I can't say. It is where I started and where I get my cues from; the genre in which I decided to get self-taught and learn how to compose properly. If I were to enter a street competition, something I've never attempted, I'd struggle to find something to enter. 1. Because most of my work is not up to par. 2. It simply doesn't fit; the current trends in street are simply nothing I care to shoot. 3. Okay, it's boring to most and well, my work is simply not up there.

15th - Grenfell tower fire - Decided to head down to Grenfell tower to see how things were getting on. By the time I got there, the second day after the fire, a massive community operation was under way to sort through the mountains of essentials that had been donated. I was taken aback by the sheer amount of the donations and the mass of people that had come together to make it all happen. Hey, where's the government? Why are 'the people' taking charge of this?

After what seems like an age since I last went out to photograph, I decide to head over to Wimbledon Park to photograph the queue for the tennis championships. People wanting to attend Wimbledon head to the park, some of them days in advance of tickets going on sale, to secure their place in the line. This means lots of people and lots of tents. Wimbledon is nice, nice houses. The park itself is quite splendid; a boating lake in the middle surrounded by perfectly cut grass fields and the perfectly manicured bodies and faces of the wealthy.

The queue itself is not too long - I've arrived early, but not too early as not to get something. I walk the length of a field and soon realise that I'm not really going to get anything different than what I already have, and although I cannot say for sure what may happen at any given time, it's sometimes evident how things are. I spend a roll on them then head back into town.

In the city I decide to do some street photography. It's a relatively warm and fresh day - not too overbearing for me. I decide to get a few rolls developed. I'd normally send them out, but I wanted to see a couple of shots and I can be rather impatient at times. The guy in snappy-snaps is always friendly a polite and willing to talk. After discussing varying films, he gives me a roll of Kodak ColorPlus to try out. I've heard bad things about these rolls so I'm reluctant, buy hey, it's free film and I've been looking at trying to find some cheap Kodak to replace the Fuji - however, the rolls are only 24 exposures and that can be a deal breaker for me. Still, I'll try it out and it was nice of him to give me that roll.
Since when have we thought it okay to champion mediocrity? Why am I constantly seeing people online being lauded and praised for what is essentially, shit street photography. Is it just the kindness of peers, the kindness of friends? Why the praise and applause?

I'm a little bit tired of seeing the same crap online, the same kind of shot, the same kind of shot whereby I can no longer differentiate one photographer from another - it's just some kaleidoscopic mix of bullshit that seems to forever spin and repeat - spin and repeat. And since when has plagiarism become an accepted thing? I'm tired of seeing the unoriginal rip and mimic others in ideas. I see it all the time.

I like those that forget the idea of being liked, of the thumbs up, the old photographic handjob. The community makes me tired; is there nothing more to them than the constant stream of hanjobs and handshakes on social-media? Why aren't people meeting up and discussing things? Why is everyone directing all their energy into the act of self-projection - of a constant need to be seen.

Festivals and competitions, to me, are justwankfests for the mediocre; a circle-jerking amalgamation of everyone knowing one another and having themselves an orgy, mostly on Facebook, only it's not as good as an orgy; it's VHS and Betamax versions of photography that's being lauded as great and everyone's looking to it as the standard.

Fuck the standard.