Christopher Lane
Up until a few years ago Christopher Lane was my next door neighbour in the studio I occupied. I can still remember the smell of turpentine and oil paint which would drift over into my studio. From time to time I would be invited in to see some of his latest work. I was always amazed at the different techniques he would employ to get a final result. Softly spoken and colourfully dressed Christopher’s dedication and industry as an artist is underpinned by impeccable manners.
I miss my invitations to see his latest painting now that I have moved across the road!
Solitary Canary
The Canary Wharf building is surrounded by a range of other office buildings collectively creating an uncertain visual hubbub to capitalism.
All that changes is the names on the top of the buildings depending on the stage we are at in the economic cycle of boom to bust. When the original Canary Wharf building was built it stood alone for some time striking a solitary point on the horizon. Below are examples of the birth of Canary Wharf.
Street Football
To the Trains
This wonderful instruction with the helpful tiled hand can be found at the top of the stairs at Stepney Green underground station. It has probably survived from the early 20th century. I wonder if the railway builders of the time had a kind of ‘letraset tile system’ comprising of hundreds of tiles which could be compiled to instruct commuters and speed them on their way?
For the past thirty years I have photographed my journeys on the London Underground. As a London based photographer I could have up to 6 assignments a day. The usual would probably be half that.
Looking through my negatives it would not be uncommon to find shots of a politician followed by a dozen or so shots taken on a carriage on the underground. In retrospect it is the shots on the underground that have currency for me now as I always found ordinary Londoners more interesting than self consumed politicians.















































