After I left school, and following an Art Foundation Course, I spent a few months living in Cognac. It would have been 1978. I was mad about photography, and for a period found myself enjoying what would now be referred to as street photography, very much on trend in French photo magazines at the time. I had a Pentax Spotmatic ES that my grandfather had given me, with a simple but rather lovely 50mm f1.8 lens, and a small stock of Tri-X that I scored in payment for allowing the local photo shop owner take some studio shots of me for his shop window - I was evidently a pretty teenager, but hated having my photograph taken. I took these one market day in Cognac. They're nothing special at all, but have acquired a certain curiosity value with the passing of time. The negs, which I found a few years ago in a rather damp stable, have badly suffered from fungus, and took a lot of cleaning up in PS. I show this small selection again partly because I have been piqued by Hans's lovely photos from the same period elsewhere in France, but also because they have a certain quality of mystery which I find wanting in much street photography; who were the two girls, evidently laughing, turning towards? What did the young family find so fascinating on an out-of-frame stall? What was being loaded onto that funny little pony cart? What delighted pleasantries were the two men exchanging?
I was evidently completely invisible to my subjects, which I guess is something that comes from being confident and comfortable taking candid photos of strangers; I certainly wouldn't be now!








I was evidently completely invisible to my subjects, which I guess is something that comes from being confident and comfortable taking candid photos of strangers; I certainly wouldn't be now!







