Unfinished business

My attempt to be artistically enigmatic. Er, in reality it’s a belt which happened to be lying on a duvet cover. Must take a course in pretentiousness sometime and get myself a New York agent.

Witnessing history

Robert Hopkins was a US Army photographer assigned to make a pictorial record of the 1943 Yalta conference between Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin which sealed the fate of Eastern Europe (and of a lot else besides). He’s published a riveting account of the event, larded with intimate details and some of his pictures.

This is not a piece about high politics, but about the daily life that goes on in the background and yields clues to the personalities involved — FDR in a jeep which has been made presentable by the addition of oriental rugs; or two maids making up the President’s bed. A five-hour drive over cratered roads to get from the aerodrome at Saki in the Crimea to the Livadia Palace — with the entire 90-mile route lined by Russian troops, each one in sight of the next. Bedbugs everywhere. Piles of caviare — but no decent food — for breakfast. FDR made Stalin a Martini but remarked that he couldn’t add a twist of lemon because he didn’t have any. The next morning, a lemon tree appeared. Stalin had had one flown in from Georgia overnight. Unforgettable.

This is not a cat

I know — I’m beginning to sound like Magritte. But this is a clever bird-scarer created by friends to stop feathered fiends frustrating their attempts to re-seed the lawn. Having magnifying glasses for the eyes is a really nice touch, don’t you think.

What music, Mum?

Photographed at a concert recently. This kid had his back to the orchestra from beginning to end. Reminded me of the famous description of a psychiatrist as “someone who goes to Les Folies Bergeres and watches the audience”. Photographed with the unobtrusiveness that only an M-series Leica can provide.