Paul Hardy Carter, Photographer

The ‘New Direction’ bears fruit

So, just realised it’s almost 3 months since that last post, proclaiming to the world my grand New Direction, so I though it’s probably about time I showed you some results:

Tina at Castle House

You can see a few here but you’ll have to log-in to see more.

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A new direction

I’ve always been unsure of which photographic pigeonhole I inhabit. I know what I’m not – photojournalist, conceptualist, digital manipulator – but sometimes I have a lot of difficulty trying to figure out what I am. The best I can say is that my style is reportage.

That style means that I am inevitably drawn in the direction of documentary photography. This is fine, and I find such work rewarding, but it really doesn’t satisfy the more artistic parts of my nature. For the last few years I’ve been working more and more on the documentary aspect – I think partly through the mistaken belief that I would be able to make money out of this kind of thing, fool that I am.

It’s time for a change.

I’m going to move back into more artistic work. For me that means portraits, and figure nudes. I’m planning a few shoots over the next few months and I’ll post some samples of work here as I go along.

Seems like such a small thing, but believe me – it’s taken a lot of soul searching to decide on this change of direction!

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Theresienstadt slideshow for Foto8 Slide Slam

I attended Foto8’s first Slide Slam at the HOST gallery in Islington last week, not being sure what to expect. On the whole I enjoyed the evening, especially the space hopper bit by Paul Treacy and Tim Hetherington’s piece at the end.

Now I haven’t done a slide show of my pictures since the days of Kodak Carousels and audio tapes, but I thought I’d try something out for the next Slide Slam. Have a look and tell me what you think:

Tangier pictures now public

I’ve made the pictures I took in Tangier last month publicly accessible in the Client Area of the website here.

A girl learns French at the DARNA charity in Tangier.

A girl learns French at the DARNA charity in Tangier.

The pictures were taken as part of a project on child migration from north Africa to Spain. The project is now, sadly, dead in the water. Lack of funding. Same old story.

I’m clearly hoping the project will continue in some form, and I will keep pursuing possible avenues of funding, but in the meantime please have a look at the pics. I’d like to hear what you think.

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I’m a London based photographer

A glimpse at my last blog entry shows me I haven’t exactly been keeping things up to date here for a while. The reason is I’ve been moving, slowly but surely, from Spain to London.

The last few months have flown by in a flurry of flat hunting, studio hunting, packing, furniture buying, closing accounts, opening accounts… all we’ve got to do now is wait for the delivery of our stuff on, I’ve just been informed, Tuesday (a week late!) and we should be in business. Oh, and unpack everything of course.

So the new work space (office? studio? not sure yet) is at Clements Yard, London SE17, near Kennington tube. Drop by and have a cup of tea. You can help us unpack.

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Armistice

LAST POST
by Carol Ann Duffy

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin
that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud…
but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
run upwards from the slime into its wounds;
see lines and lines of British boys rewind
back to their trenches, kiss the photographs from home –
mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
not entering the story now
to die and die and die.
Dulce – No – Decorum – No – Pro patria mori.
You walk away.
You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)
like all your mates do too –
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert –
and light a cigarette.
There’s coffee in the square,
warm French bread
and all those thousands dead
are shaking dried mud from their hair
and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.
You lean against a wall,
your several million lives still possible
and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
If poetry could truly tell it backwards,
then it would.

Exalted Company

Silver Footprint Front Cover

When I picked up Robin’s book at the London opening of his show last week I was chuffed to see he’d elected to put my picture on a spread opposite a Bill Brandt. What a complement!

Silver Footprint spread

I don’t know if it’s fate taunting me after I mentioned Brandt in this blog last month, but now I come to think about it, it’s a little intimidating. Quite a lot to measure up to! Still, all in all I’m thrilled.

For anyone who hasn’t been following the story: Robin is the man I have been using for my printing recently. He’s probably the most respected printer in London and, to mark his 35 years in the darkroom, he selected some favorite pictures to go in an exhibition. I was very flattered to be asked to contribute, especially considering the exalted company I would be amongst. The book is effectively the catalogue of that show.

The book is available from the gallery.

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Robin’s ‘Silver Footprint’ show moves to London

Robin Bell’s Silver Footprint show is moving to the Richard Young Gallery in Kensington, London – and it includes the picture of mine that Robin chose:
Bratislava

Kapitulska, Bratislava, Slovakia. November 2003.

I’m looking forward to the opening, and seeing the book which the exhibition has spawned. Drop by if you’re in London, the show is on from 5th to 28th November at the Richard Young Gallery.

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Theresienstadt

I’ve finally got around to scanning some more pictures from the Theresienstadt story.

Theresienstadt
Administration office in the military prison used by the Gestapo during the Nazi era to hold political prisoners. Small Fortress, Terezin, Czech Republic. November 2003.

It really was an extraordinary day that I spent there in 2003, and quite unexpected. Have a look at more pictures here, or download the PDF, in which you can also read my thoughts on the place.

That day sparked a long term project about the prisons used by repressive regimes to suppress opposition. I’m hoping to do some more work on this over the next year.

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An old pic from Sarajevo

I’ve been going through old contacts because of a submission I’m compiling. One of the joys of this process is seeing the pictures you missed the first time through. In this case I found one from Sarajevo that I really like. Perhaps it owes more than a little to Brandt though…

Bosnia & Herzegovina
Sarajevo, February 204.

You can see more pictures from Bosnia here.

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