Photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.
—Elliott Erwitt
Photograph by Deborah Anderson
Rankin
More Jam
I hate Jam
I don’t want it to know where i am
I want a Jame-free life
Never letting Jam on my knife
Beware of Jam my friend
It can spread from end to end
Eating Jam is a sin
Letting all that Jam go in
Let your life be pure like me
Totally, totally Jam-free
Be careful my friend
Or Jam will get you in the end.
By Spike Milligan
Transparent City
Micheal Wolf
From series “The Park”
by Kohei Yoshiyuki
From series “The Park”
by Kohei Yoshiyuki
From series “The Park”
by Kohei Yoshiyuki
The Cafe
It was a warm summers day with the breeze just taking the edge off. I was on my way to the café to meet my friend. I shortly arrived at the café which was beautiful it was one of those places that deceives you. Small on the outside but big on the inside. As i entered the café i noticed is was busy as it always was. I looked around for my friend when my phone made a sound notifying me that i had a text. It was my friend she was running late as usual. I noticed a seat in the corner by the window. I chose this seat as i could observe the people outside without them knowing. As i sat down the waiter approached the table, taking my order before going off to get it for me.
To pass the time I began to stare out of the window wondering how late my friend would be. When i noticed this stunningly beautiful women who looked like she’d just stepped out of a magazine. She had an air of confidence about her and she wore a exquisite red dress. With gorgeous blue eyes and long blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders. Her arms were filled with bags from designer shops that she passed to a man as she got into her car. A man then ran past nearly knocking an elderly woman over. Her eyes were heavy and drooped and her face was wrinkled like a like a etched out map which made her look like she’d had an eventful life. With her back hunched over as she walked down the road slowly. With plastic shopping bags in hand when one of them snapped causing the shopping to go everywhere. When a friendly looking man picked them up and past them to the elderly woman.
The sound of music then caused my eyes to flicker to an apartment across the road. Where i saw a women dancing in her underwear that was as blue as the ocean. It looked amazing against her olive skin. She seemed to have no cares in the world and didn’t appear to realise that anyone could see her. The sound of a cars brakes screeching then brought my attention to a car who had pulled out on another car without looking. The man got out the car shouting “Don’t you fucking look where you’re going?” before getting back in his car and driving off.
“Excuse me” the waiter said as he put my coffee and muffin down on the table. I took a sip of coffee when i heard crying it was a little boy in his pram who had dropped his toy. “shh..” said his mum as she picked the toy back up. When two twin boys zoomed past on their scooters “Come back here” the mum shouted. She looked like her hands were full with the three boys. She had her hair pulled back and wore a t-shirt and jeans. She looked tired with big dark circles round her eyes and looked as though she had, had enough. I then saw a young couple sitting on a bench hugging. Looking intensely into each others eyes. They looked so happy as they smiled at one another before kissing. After a short time they then came up for air before kissing again.
I had a bite of my blueberry muffin and a sip of my coffee when i heard a weird sound on the pavement. I looked up and it was a boy skating he wore a shirt t-shirt and baggy jeans. He was weaving in and out of the crowds with the breeze making his shirt blow in the wind. He had caught the attention of a girl who smiled at him. He became mesmerized by her causing him to nearly fall of and turn red in the face. The girl laughed and carried on talking to her friends. I tried not to laugh as i thought people might think i’m crazy.
Just then i heard the sound of heels against the café floor and could smell Chanel perfume. I looked up it was my friend she had finally arrived. Wearing a stylish bandeau playsuit with blue wedges “ Sorry i’m late darling, you know it takes me ages to get ready.”
“I know but, you’re here now” i said as she sat down.
By Charlotte Bailey (Blogger)
Photographer - Rankin
Photographer - Rankin
Mick Jagger: Young In The 60’s
