Friday, 8 April 2016
Through a glass, sneakily
The five regular readers of this blog - I may be overestimating, but I'm a fan of self-delusion - know that as a non-driver, I amuse myself at times with the mini-dramas that take place on buses. I call these "Writes of Passage", because I think I'm being clever - that self-delusion thing again.
George Georgiou, a London-born photographer who now makes his home in Folkestone, Kent, has been capturing what he calls "micro-dramas", but these are taking place outside the bus. An article on the BBC Culture web site describes one of his latest projects, Last Stop. Georgiou would spend as long as twelve hours, riding the length of London bus routes, sitting by the window with his camera in his lap, gazing into a right-angle lens, which looks something like this:Last Stop (and you should), you'll see a couple of definitely suspicious stares.
I'm now tempted to purchase a right-angle lens and follow Georgiou's lead, except for four problems:
1) the cost of a damn right-angle lens;
2) the legality of snapping people without their knowledge;
3) the fact that Georgiou is a far, far better photographer than I;
4) the mud that cakes the windows of OC Transpo buses at this time of year - and depressingly enough, from November to May.
Reason Number Four is why most of my "Writes of Passage" concern dramas within the bus.