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Rambert’s Ghost dance at Saddler’s Wells Theatre

It really is a fault of mine, and something I have been trying to rectify over the years

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West of the Sun by Bobby Dunn

The baton of inspiration is a wonderful thing. It passes from artist to artist, musician to musician, forming

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Koudelka – Shooting Holy Land

Hot off the heels of seeing Don McCullin came the opportunity to see Josef Koudelka, perhaps my biggest

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West of the Sun at Signet Contemporary Art

There really is very little I can say about the exhibition at Signet Contemporary Art. Apart from the

Memories

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Half a Mile from Russia

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does

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Where have all the cats gone

India 19-03-11: It was just a sensation at first, a feeling that something was missing, something you couldn’t

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Stereotypical rivers

India 18-03-11 If in any doubt at all (photographically speaking) head straight for water. Immediately as a photographer

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Revolution in the air

Three years at art college would not be complete without some politics, squatting and clashes with the police.

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The other side

We are in an age of living vicariously through others. We relish the final products of artists and

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Mario Giacomelli

Mario Giacomelli (1925-2000) is the photographer I never had the courage to be. His work exudes extremes of

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Confiscation in Aden

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just

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Barbara Wace: Family friend and inspiration

Travel writer, journalist and photographer: Barbara always looked old to me. She was old in my first memories