
There’s a romantic nostalgia to black and white photographs I quite like. I understand why people prefer it and why film practitioners in particular pursue it. For example there’s a craft dimension to developing film and working in a darkroom, a blend of physical technique and careful observational skills. Like many photographers, I remember the first moment when I saw a print emerging in the red light gloom and what fun it was. I think…

I first discovered so-called photoblogs with a magazine description. Watch the life unfold in photographs of people from Hong Kong, Rome, Paris, London etc, and millions of back street locations near, far, and possibly a few miles from where you live. Something like that. It sounded interesting and a lot of fun. For a year or two I developed a list of favourite photobloggers and viewed them regularly; they’re still in my Firefox favourites. Now…