Random photographs from various areas of my life, no particular structure, just a series of photographs. Unless I tell you otherwise, I took all of these with my iPhone. Any good photographs will be copyright of someone else and I’ll tell you who owns the rights. Quite a few are taken at music events, at distance, with no flash: poor images, but I will post them anyway, it’s about the memory and the photograph.

I love photographs, the way they freeze a moment forever in such detail. Photographs fascinate me and evoke a lot of emotion in me too. I can’t explain why; I don’t want to either.

A 1933 photograph of a wedding party outside Bianchi’s in Frith Street, now Little Italy. The story behind this photograph appears here.

Bianchi’s 21 Frith Street, Soho, London. 1933 photograph of wedding party outside venue.

Here’s a 1980s photograph of Anthony Polledri, the third generation owner of Bar Italia. The bar opened in 1949 by founded by Lou and Caterina Polledri. The photograph is by Bar Italia regular Mish Aminoff, who is also a street photographer and artist. Mish appears on the regulars wall of photographs on the left as you enter the bar. The artist and subject have known each other since school days.

photograph of Bar Italia owner Anthony Polledri behind the counter holding coffee 1980s Mish Aminoff
Anthony Polledri, photo by Mish Aminoff, who features on the gallery of regulars on the wall.

Cuban musician Pedrito Martinez, a talented percussionist and vocalist, keeps popping up in my musical tour. I’ve seen him three times in London, several times at various venues in New York and once headlining a huge festival deep in the south of Italy, near Lecce. I took the photograph at the now defunct Subrosa club in the Meatpacking District of Manhattan. He’s a dynamic figure, hands a blur on the drums and with a haunting and soaring voice, occasionally leaping from behind his instruments to dance. The photograph appealed to me because of the blurred hand speed which brings so much drive and passion to his music.

photograph of cuban percussionist and singer pedrito Martinez playing congas subrosa hands a blur New York
Pedrito Martinez, Subrosa, Manhattan

Riders in the 2018 Gran Fondo New York closed roads event, which leaves from the George Washington Bridge joining Manhattan and New Jersey. It loops through 101 miles of challenging New Jersey terrain arriving back in Fort Lee. More than 4,000 riders from around the globe contest the event. The 2018 version saw 100% humidity from the start and the day was more than a match for me. A story for another time. One of the on course team took this shot. I had other things on my mind, I was suffering badly after a very disrupted lead up to the event. One of those days when no matter how much preparation you do, when the cycling gods are displeased, they will make you suffer.

photograph of Gran Fondo New York 2018 cyclists riding through humidity
Gran Fondo New York 2018, a day of high humidity

Photograph of sunrise from my North London home. Not the most dramatic sky, but one that was meaningful for me. I had worked for many months on a major professional project and the evening before had completed it. Waking up this November day was the first day of new avenue in my professional life. It was an exciting day. A signal to me that the game never ends, it goes on as long as you like, if the hunger is still there.

photograph of early morning sky over Kentish Town London orange and blue hues
Sunrise over Kentish Town

Photographs of Venice. Together with London, New Orleans and New York, one of my favourite cities in the world. The ones I feel instantly at home in, the ones I feel connected to. The image of Venice on the left was taken from the vaporetto on the way back to the station to head home. A misty morning and I was feeling sad to leave, but also content that I would be back before long. On the right a view of Santa Maria della Salute from Accademia Bridge. I always stay at a hotel tucked away at the side of Salute, off the beaten track for tourists. Venice is a magical city but also one with problems, locals being driven away by tourists and underfunding leading to infrastructure issues.

I was coming out of the Underground station on the way to meet someone five years ago and looked up to see it was midnight. So much for getting home at a reasonable time. It was 28 seconds after midnight. But all the same, midnight, that glorious time when all trains leave stations in soul and blues songs.

Photograph taken at midnight in Swiss Cottage traditional clock hanging in Underground station
Midnight at Swiss Cottage Station

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