Phantasmagoric Peckham

When I began taking photos I’d worry about whether I'd taken a good picture. Luckily, there were  photographers around to advise me, mostly because of street photography workshops held in Tate Modern (thank you, Sophie Howarth). Now, years later, friends who are successful photographers and artists (Phil Polglaze, Derek Moore, Nick Cobb, Chris Clack) give me pointers. But I’m starting to trust my own judgement. When I looked at this photo, snapped on Rye Lane in Peckham, it triggered a ‘Wow!’ Here you see it in miniature, so you will miss some of the detail. But this, I think, is a good photo. It zings.

... or somefing

As I sat on the bus in Peckham I looked over at the phone box, which smells of pee (this I know because I’ve stood at the nearby bus-stop many a time) and I thought about how I’d seen a Snappy Snap shop that recently had closed. And, I thought, yes, Snappy Snaps is really old technology and for historic-recording purposes I decided to take a photo of the poster. As I depressed the shutter two boys peeped from the side of the phone box. They’d been hiding. Next thing: a voice from behind me, a man talking rather loudly into his mobile: ‘Someone’s taking a picture of kids. Paedophile or somefing.’ To say I was shocked gets close to how I felt. I put my camera away for the day.

Is your Christmas lickin' good?

Wishing you a Merry Christmas with, I hope, a more succulent bird than the colonel will produce at KFC.  Photo taken on Rye Lane, from top deck of bus on a sunny, winter's day.

Spark and Byrne

Here’s my book FECKHAM PECKHAM displayed in the shop window of Review bookshop -- best bookshop in Peckham -- close to Muriel Spark’s The Ballad of Peckham Rye. What an honour! 

Sharing the love

Just what is it that I love about Peckham, excluding words like: exuberant, colourful, crazy, thrusting, energetic, in-your-face, unpretentious? Apart from those qualities, it’s the notion that all life is there. Some bit of ‘all life’ can be found there doing its thing… often with attitude.

Take a butchers

Rye Lane in Peckham must have a dozen butcher shops. Now, there’s a new, trend-setting boy on the block. Note the modern (boudoir?) wall-paper! This butcher sells only red meat: beef, lamb and goat. The place is stream-lined and the background music is contemporary. All the other butcher establishments, except this one, sell a range of goods from parrot fish to plantain; peppers to yams. All of them sell chickens that can only be described as scrawny, except this one. No chickens. 

Skulduggery

Posters on the underground photographed while I waited for the tube to Piccadilly Circus and from there a short walk, sunny in a chilled way, to the Royal Academy, or as Brian Sewell calls it, the ‘grand old whore of Piccadilly’. Indeed there is something unbridled about the place as if at any moment it might lift its skirts and reveal polka-dot pantaloons. On this occasion, it was bronze sculpture that had the place heaving.