P.D…

Every six years or so, somebody would commission me to photograph the lovely P.D. James. sadly no more…

p d james, writer


Woody…

I was looking for something else in the dusty pile of hard drives, but this Sunday Times magazine piece set me thinking about Woody. He was like a delicate bird nesting in the Dorchester hotel suite whilst the PR machine for whatever film was being promoted churned efficiently around him, passing journalists and photographers before him in what must have been a numbing steady stream…woody


farewell Ravi Shankar …..

I just heard that Ravi Shankar has died.

Fond memories of our few hours together in June of 1996, sweet tea in a small, rented, Kensington flat. We made portraits of Ravi with his beautiful daughter Anoushka, for a Sunday Times, relative values feature. This shot I love for his warmth and the size of the diamond….

ravi_shankar

And here is the ‘relative values’ shot…

Ravii Shankar by David Harrison


It was warmer than a February in London…..

Perversely, it was yesterdays momentary blizzard that made me think of the time that I spent on set with Georgina Cates, Sean Pertwee, Prunella Scales and Samuel West for the Sunday Times magazine. The sun blazed on all locations and only¬†partial shade or interiors offered a little relief from the Roman summer sun. Which in turn reminds me that I have not yet seen “Stiff Upper Lips” a mocking take on the Merchant Ivory period genre. (despite its short cinema run, it can still be had for a penny short of twenty pounds on Amazon)


farewell Ken Russell

Yet again, the obituaries and ‘last word’ features transport me back in time. This time to a rural railway station on a damp winters day. The station has a good restaurant attached with a surprisingly good wine list. The light is fading in the sly way of a winters afternoon. Ken and his son Toby are happy to leave the warmth for the last of the light to shoot the images for the Sunday Times magazine ‘relative values’ feature.

We return to the wine list…


Tony Sale at Bletchley Park

Yet another obituary catches my eye, this time taking me back to Bletchley Park, home of the code breaking boffins and machines (or perhaps I should say computers…) of World War Two. The Sunday Times Magazine had sent me there to spend some time with Tony who had spent years researching and rebuilding ‘Collosus’ the top secret (all plans destroyed) code breaking machine. The optical code reader and spinning tape guide wheels can be seen inputing the data in this, my favourite shot of Tony. I am quite sure he will be much missed.


Hugh Grant…..again

This one just keeps rising to the top, though I do favour the monochrome print that I posted last time, though that may be due to the nostalgia for the Ektalure paper and those hours in the darkroom watching the image tones deepen as the paper dried….