HEAVEN KNOWS HE’S MISERABLE NOW

I’ve been really lucky in life. I am an only child, who was hellbent on making friends. I have satisfactorily made an entire herd. Without siblings, there’s no way of getting away from it, it can be a lonely old business. Combatting this problem & not having an adolescence wrestling, punching or arguing with someone who looks exactly like me, has ensured that I got myself a group of mates who are all class acts. Brothers if you will. There are sisters too of course. Never forget the Sisterhood! I covet them all & really don’t want to lose any of them. But, as men are inclined less to talk, the Brotherhood of Man really is one hell of a difficult group to join.

And with WAY less singing in harmony involved.

Brotherhood Of Man.

So, when your mate, who is the same age, has the same warped sense of humour, into all the same stuff, even supports the same football team, casually announces in the pub amongst all the other bollocks spouted between the two of us, that he has been thinking about killing himself, you do pretty much sit bolt upright, spill your pint & listen. The instant adrenaline hit that that news produced, literally had me in some sort of energy limbo, where I wasn’t sure whether I needed to immediately go run it off, or if he was going to just run off & do it straight away!? All I could think of was…

1) But you’ve still got your fucking hair!?

2) Who else will I talk about hating the Arsenal with!!?

3) How are you going to do it!!!?

Instead, a very important manly decision was made.

More pints were swiftly ordered…

Coffee & TV.

Nick & I met & hit it off straight away, when we were thrown together with all the other bleary-eyed twenty-something crew, on the set of The Big Breakfast, a cult Nineties breakfast television show filmed at LockKeepers Cottages in Old Ford Lock, a pre-hipster quiet backwater of East London. Post Chris Evans, it was presented by Paul Ross, Gaby Roslin & my personal favourite, Paula Yates. We formed a tight double act of PR & set photographer, hammering out words & pictures between us, fuelled by coffee, toast & the incessant daily rage of the producers. It was exhausting.

Manic Depression.

I sat calmly & listened to Nick (which is no mean feet for me!?) as he explained that due to his cyclical Clinical Depression condition, he couldn’t muster the energy to go through with the morbid deed itself. I breathed a sigh of relief. Having extensively browsed the suicide websites, his brain was so completely fried, that he couldn’t get the energy together to even complete reading anything in detail online. This & his guilty thoughts of his young, legend of a wife & amazing children suffering post any act of desperation, had hindered him completely.

Let’s Stay Together.

Over the years, I’d always been aware that Nick had irregular ‘down periods’ which debilitated him. Phone calls & emails go unanswered for weeks on end, then he’ll pop up out of nowhere going running for miles & phone fancying a few pints or ten. His work had suffered. This in particular was the reason for his abrupt departure from The Big Breakfast, which at the time really annoyed me. ‘We worked really well together’ & ‘But we’re are all tired’. My selfish younger head couldn’t get round it at the time.

In between sipping his pint, Nick matter of factly told me that he & his brain had decided that jumping in front of a train was going to be the way forward. As he explained at length, it all sounded to me like the Worst Advert For Train Travel EVER.

But after some research…turns out it was the second.

Last Train To Clarksville.

I grew up near an express train line, where this act was an unfortunate regular occurrence. His words shook me to the core, of the memories when the line was shut down because of a ‘jumper’. The ‘selfish git’ who was stopping everyone else from moving forward & getting on with their day, whilst taking their ‘attention seeking’ to a whole new level. But really was it…? It is quite an act of personal destruction for someone to be driven to it. This reminded me about Bob Carlos Clarke, an amazing photographer I followed as I started out & more recently, the death of the German international goalkeeper Robert Enke who both suffered this fate, whilst being treated for depression.

Suicide Is Painless.

The conversation had now switched from what he had been thinking internally, to the suggestion by myself of a working collaboration which might help to release his burden further. We can work together in words, in tandem, in pictures or individually, whatever it takes to alleviate any Nick overwhelm. Perhaps, then put a project together where we address the fact that SUICIDE IS THE BIGGEST KILLER IN MEN UNDER THE AGE OF FIFTY YEARS OLD. Just digest that for a moment. A truly shocking statistic, one I am sure people would be interested to read about first hand. Perhaps it will help others too..?

Boys Don’t Cry.

Being part of this age group, has enabled me to see others in my own creative industry, who evidently have the same symptoms, but are undiagnosed. Half the time, they really don’t know what is going on with themselves, but also cannot be approached by others due to the stigma attached. It’s a little like standing up for the pregnant lady on the crammed Tube carriage, so she can sit down & rest her feet. But she isn’t actually pregnant. Awkward.

My Heart Will Go On.

An already very open Nick (he doesn’t think he is open, it’s just mind games playing with himself…) can literalise his thoughts, with my photography, to potentially help others stuck in that same sinking ship. Think of it like a photojournalistic Leo & Kate in Titanic. Nick’s incredibly hairy simian-like naked frame, reclining on the chaise long, whilst I ponce about painting with light.

Something like this.

Perhaps this project may become something larger, but for now we’ll work together little & often to perhaps at some point produce a photo book handbook.

For now, I just want to help get my very hairy mate back on his feet.

And Heaven Knows You’re Miserable Now…

You can view more exciting project portfolio images here:

HEAVEN KNOWS HE’S MISERABLE NOW

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You can read more blog posts that Nick has written recently here:

NICK McGRATH’S EXCITING DEPRESSION BLOG

#richfotoBOOKS 003 Photo Books – Unsullied & Untarnished by Jeremy Sutton-Hibbert

 

I found Jeremy Sutton-Hibbert online ages ago, as I was finding photographers who were based in Japan. I was going through a real Nobuyoshi Araki period & was wondering what else was going on in Tokyo, having had an interest in Japan for years.

When I was growing up, Japan was still seen as a non-apologetic war criminal, which then became an unapologetic prolific global exporter of electrical goods. I just saw an overpopulated bunch of small islands, where the Emperor historically liked to invade & colonise….

 

Ring any bells….?

 

Anyway…the first camera I bought, (after saving for months whilst working double shifts alternately at Sainsbury’s & Pizza Hut) was a Nikon FM2, which contained an instruction manual in Japanese inside the box, so therefore to me was incredibly exotic. My only other connection with the Land of the Rising Sun, was with the mini series ‘Shogun’ starring Richard Chamberlain.

 

Now with Jeremy’s insistence I go visit…& my daughter living there now, I have no excuses!
That being said…it is the arrival of one of Jeremy’s new photo books Unsullied & Untarnished that any trip to the other side of the world may be put on hold to visit Scotland instead!

 

Unsullied & Untarnished by Jeremy Sutton-Hibbert

 

Jeremy, however, has now returned to Scotland to live & work & is part of a collective who are shooting some great work under the name Document Scotland. I highly recommend that you have a good look through what they are shooting, plus go to the iTunes App Store & download the Document Scotland apps for the iPad, which are very interactive!

 

REFERENCES:  OSCAR MARZAROLI  HARRY BENSON

#richfotoBOOKS 002 Photo Books – The British Abroad by Peter Dench

 

Once I’d had a good browse through The British Abroad book, there was just too much to say in one vlog!

The Kickstarter campaign is also worth a look if you hadn’t seen it already!

 

#richfotoBOOKS - Episode 2 - The British Abroad by Peter Dench
#richfotoBOOKS – Episode 2 – The British Abroad by Peter Dench
Peter Dench - Photojournalist
Peter Dench – Photojournalist

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So here is Episode 2 this photo books thriller by Peter Dench…(he of the street photography & Fila fetish) who in this image, ironically has an empty glass!

 

#richfotoBOOKS 001 Photo Books – England Uncensored by Peter Dench

 

Quite sometime ago, deep on the internet, I came across the Kickstarter photo books campaign by London based, English photographer Peter Dench, for his upcoming book The British Abroad which he needed to get some funding for.

I say ‘came across’…what I meant was that, I’ve met Peter once & his very good grasp of social media means that it is very easy to follow him & what he is up to. It amounts to some light cyberstalking & cups of tea.

Very British!

I buy loads of photo books. It’s the only thing I can be bothered to collect. When I was young, I collected Corgi cars. Then, as I got older, that quickly escalated to collecting Level 42 memorabilia. I had to stop before I bought a white Ford Sierra XR4i with a gigantic aerofoil & a Blaupunkt in car stereo system.

The reason for collecting loads of photography books, is that you cannot beat the feeling of peeling off the wrapper, getting the smell of the pages & actually touching the photographs on the page. It beats any experience of an all-singing all-dancing retina display or say….a Commodore VIC-20.

Then each sheet (if it has been designed in an aesthetically pleasing way) contains the amazing photography, laid out with complimentary typography & often a story or two. I love to read, but a photo book does not obviously need to be too heavy with text….that ruins it for me. Photography has a chance to tell a story itself…

So, I got England Uncensored through the post first which was greatly appreciated, as I wasn’t actually expecting it…& then The British Abroad arrived a week or two ago, but I have been saving it to do a ‘reveal’ video once I returned from my holiday.

Mainly so that I didn’t look so pasty like a Brit abroad!

WATCH THE VIDEO