Nik Stanbridge
Analogue photography and printmaking
This article is mostly about the impact on me and my work (a few years ago) of Three Dasies by Sam Haskins. Sam was a fashion photographer in the 1960s and 70s and his work is very distinctive. I came across Three Daisies as a print at a show in London and was immediately captivated.
I love movies. Films. I make time to watch them. I go to the cinema as often as I can because it’s better than watching films on TV. I often feel the need, the desire, to reach for my camera when I’m watching, of have just watched, a film. It’s often intangible to me why I get the feeling though.
when I was new to photography, back in the 1980s when I was in my early 20s, I gravitated heavily to books about the craft and practice of photography. I then sort of moved on to philosophy and essays; all of which I enjoyed and derived a great deal from. And all the while I was getting a frequent fix of looking at photographs by going…
I’m an advocate for the enjoyment of photographs in the physical realm in some shape of form. I believe that no one enjoys looking at photographs on a screen, small (phone) or not so small (tablet, computer etc). What people love doing though is looking at prints, visiting galleries, holding albums/photobooks; anything that encourages taking time to contemplate, to stop and think. This article is all…
How minimalist can you go and still represent a subject when the photograph appears to be almost abstract and of nothing at all?
The Olympus OM-1 was my first real camera, I bought it as-new in 1981, when I was a student, for £95. That was a lot of money in those days, and my bank account didn’t recover for many years (in today’s money, that’s £350). That it was fully manual was all-important. My photography was going to be all down to me – forcing myself up the…
My first article for 35MMC and despite being published in mid-December, made the top ten most commented articles of 2020 (with 80+ comments). Some people didn’t really dig what I had to say.
The second photobook based around the 2012 New York thunderstorm images I took on my iPhone 4. This version is self-published and handmade in an edition of 100.
Another installment of my printed version of a fundamentally pointless internet photography presence. Because no one, NO ONE, seriously looks at photos online. It’s an emotionless and soul-destroying activity.
I’ve always been fascinated by how difficult I find it to photograph the trivialities of life today – the trivial scenes that will be different tomorrow and that would reveal themselves as being historically interesting were I to take the photo. I know I want to take the photo(s). I take some but not enough. And I feel the palpable sense of regret for the ones I haven’t…