Having had such a good time with the cheese and flies, it seemed only right to see how the next thing that came to hand would fare in the atmosphere of my newly chosen shooting space. These apricots were the lucky candidates.
A great part of my life has been spent bending light, both artificial and natural, to my will. In my youth I was apprenticed to a magician with light from whom I absorbed as much as I could before my ineptness forced him see the wisdom of “letting me go”. The fun of being in the world of fashion photography in London in the 70’s totally eclipsed, for me, the whole point of my apprenticeship. A good example of my lack of total commitment would be the pleasure I took in driving the open sided, red Mini Moke at high speed to the processing house after a session. This often resulted in my delivering less rolls of film for processing than the amount with which I had been entrusted. Some stray rolls would fly out of the Moke during extreme cornering where they would lie in the gutter until the Council dustmen next cleaned the roads. Sadly, the work ethic and I are not like peaches and cream: more Arctic and Antarctic – poles apart. But, I do have a spongelike quality when knowledge is randomly spilled. Amongst the magic light potions that I mopped up there was one with which I have become recently reacquainted.
“To produce dark and moody pictures you need to use a lot of light”. The picture above was put together with bright sunlight pouring through a window.