Always makes me laugh when I read of some photographers making out what a sacrifice they’ve made to get up early to capture a lovely sunrise over Liverpool. I’ve been doing it for years and it’s a joy and a privilege to view the sun coming up from behind Liverpool. ‘Sacrifice?’ Balderdash, or what’s that other word beginning with the letter ‘b?’
Cartier-Bresson in Liverpool
Excellent article from Gerry about this great photographer
Passing through one of the rooms of the Walker Art Gallery recently I happened to notice, in the corner, a small display of photographs – some by Henri Cartier-Bresson alongside others by local photographer Edward Chambre Hardman. I was surprised to discover that not only had the great French photographer visited Liverpool in the sixties to make a TV documentary about the north, but that he had taken photographs less than half a mile from where I now live. It seems a little fantastical, the idea that the master of the ‘decisive moment’ wandered along Lodge Lane with his Leica.
But it’s true, as one of the photos on display at the Walker confirms. It’s a picture taken outside Lodge Lane wash-house in 1962. In those days there were still several public wash-houses in Liverpool, where women from the local streets who didn’t possess a washing machine would take their laundry. Most families had an old pram to transport cloths to the wash-house, and in the photo Cartier-Bresson shows the prams parked down the side entrance in Grierson Street. Kids would be ordered by their mums to mind the pram by standing outside for hours.