It’s been a while since I wrote a blog post, sometimes other things get in the way and also it needs to be of some interest at least. Turns out today is the day, an old friend decided to smash out his first photography exhibition in our home town.
Harry Griffin in his natural form
There are many story’s about Harry but that is for another time, maybe when he is famous I can write a book and scrap of some pennies and sell his soul. A quick history lesson though, we met through his sister who was my friends girlfriend at the time. He was a live wire and the embodiment of curiosity, Pinocchio nosey nose and a mind with neurons dowsed in LSD. I am pretty certain “sharp a a tack” is in the dictionary with his face next to it. Fast forward through younger years and many jobs, we are here. Tour manager to many comics on the UK circuit and documentary photographer all rolled into one.
on site
35mm film
With a massive collection from tours and personal work Harry has managed to cut his teeth on how, why and when to click the shutter. His work has a natural flow and reminds me of the intimate feel of David Bailey in his younger years and raw vibes of Martin Parr. So what if anything has he achieved amongst this deluge of quick fix instagram photography success wannabes. Honesty, you can see it has come from a place of passion, although it is documenting a large part of his life he has done it with people he is close to and none of it is contrived or provoked as we see regularly in most works.
What’s left to say? Well thanks for having me come take some pictures of the event and also to many other people which helped put this together and made it a reality. If this first solo show was any thing to go by then I can see more exhibitions on the horizon.