July 1986 That July, I took three photographs of graffiti along the same stretch of black-painted wall in Finsbury Park. They may serve as a temporal triangulation onto today’s much-changed street art scene. Over my long London wanderings, paying close attention to how kids had decorated walls, it was then rare to come upon elaborate…
June 1986 Some rare photographers have developed the skill to make well-crafted images in fast-moving situations of extreme chaos and peril. Don McCullin, for example (who I interviewed in the run-up to the Brighton Photo Biennial that I curated, Memory of Fire), had the uncanny ability to compose very fine photographs while under fire. Not…
May 1986 In pursuing this memory and photography project, strange iterations echo through the mind and across images, both within the past and in its distorted parallels with the present. A photograph that I took on the Blackstock Road in Hackney struck me as a success, and I sometimes showed it in exhibitions. A record…
April 1986 On the council estate where I was living, I came upon this perturbing vignette. Beads of rain perch on the brown plastic limbs, and fingers seem to reach for a fallen stick. I photographed it partly because Surrealism was much in my head, especially the strange power of disparate objects thrown together in…
March 1986 Jihyoung Han, I Brought You My Bullets, 2024 In my new book on art and populism, I write about the uncanny reappearance of spectres long thought to have been permanently laid to rest. For example, the artist Jihyoung Han paints gloomy scenes of a near-future in what seems to be the aftermath of…
February 1986 Barkway Court, King’s Crescent Estate, December 1985 Needing a cheap place to stay, I had rented a council-flat bedroom in a Hackney tower block. Nineteen storeys high, it was built on modernist principles in 1971, as part of the King’s Crescent Estate. December 1985 An immediate revelation was living with a view onto…
December 1985 A photograph of my mother, Audrey, taking the opportunity of a scaffold outside our flat in St Ives to give the window a proper clean. I knew that the flash would reflect from the glass but also that, given the latitude of the films of the day, it was the only way to…
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