Very happy to share that for the second year running, the judges of the prestigious British Photography Awards have chosen two of my photographs for the award’s shortlist. This means that these two images are now eligible for the People’s Choice Awards and open to a public vote.
If you like either (or both!) my photographs, I would greatly appreciate your vote. You may vote vote for one image in each category. No registration is needed and it’s literally one click to cast your vote.
It’s been a hectic few weeks. The pressure of the Royal wedding has resulted in many meetings, emails, phone calls and Tweets between colleagues, picture editors, technicians and press officers.
With a story as huge as this, with all of it’s logistical nightmares as far as security, bureaucracy, cost and locations are concerned, one photojournalist just couldn’t tell the entire story. Looking through the papers, “Fleet Street’s” finest did a superb job; there are stunning images of the couple from every angle and every moment covered by my colleagues. The page designers at the papers also pulled the stops out and produced magnificent work. The highest accolade though must be paid to photographer Max Mumby with his stunning picture of the couple driving away in the Aston Martin; The Times did an amazing job of running this as their front page and even went as far as doing a complete wrap with another wrap picture on the inside; genius. It’s these collection of images which told the story in it’s entirety. Although part of me really wanted to witness the wedding itself, I had other plans.
My way of covering the story was more aimed at the magazine market for which my agency Polaris Images specialises. I decided to look at how Londoners were effected by the wedding, starting from all the memorabilia being offered for sale to the Royal super fans camping out days before the event at Westminster Abbey and The Mall near Buckingham Palace. For this aspect I visited the super fans at night and also during the day.
For the actual day, I had spent well over a month talking with various people who were organising street parties and finally found what I hoped would be perfect for my needs; a small road in Brentford with a nice little pub called the Lord Nelson. On the day after a slow start it did end up offering some of what I had wished for!