The psychology of photography Spectator Arts Blog | 12th April 2012
What separates the professional photographer from the amateur?
If you’ve ever sat for a portrait or taken part in a photo shoot, you might have noticed their skilful manipulation, the way in which they coax precisely the desired image or expression out of even the most reluctant of subjects. Or, if they’re very good, you might not have noticed at all.
Read more here and visit Charlie Clift's photography web site here.
50 years of The Sunday Times Magazine Spectator Arts Blog | 1st February 2012
The Sunday Times Magazine became the Britain’s first colour newspaper supplement on its launch in February 1962. The magazine is celebrating its 50th birthday with a special exhibition at the Saatchi Gallery in Chelsea.
Book review: Darling’s ripping memoir Spectator Book Blog | 18th October 2011
When Gordon Brown became Prime Minister in 2007, the Labour party was split into three camps: those who genuinely adored Brown, those who believed he could change (elected as New Gordon, govern as New Gordon?) and a deflated Blairite rump that had given up the ghost. It is not immediately clear which of these camps is most reprehensible.
‘One Day’ in September Spectator Arts Blog | 20th September 2011
Well, the critics were right about the accent. It was inexplicable. But the critics had the wrong accent. What was Jim Sturgess meant to be? Channelling variously Pierce Brosnan, Ewan MacGregor and the sort of imitation of a public schoolboy you might find in National Lampoon, he sounded like no Wykehamist I’ve ever known.
Supermacby D.R. Thorpe Spectator Book Club | 9th June 2011
The hardback edition of D.R. Thorpe's Supermacis 626 pages in length (not including endnotes and index), 24cm x 16cm x 6cm in girth, and weighs in at more than one kilogram – on first appearances, not a book for a beach holiday. Or so I thought, because despite the corporeal hardships of reading this on a sunbed in mercury-popping heat, I was transfixed. And now I have the forearms to prove it.
Turning it over with my bare toes, it had the look and feel of finely ground coffee, typical of the island’s volcanic black beaches. I could not help but smile to myself: even the white coral sand was a myth.
One Dayby David Nicholls Spectator Book Club | 28th April 2011
One Day leaves you emotionally exhausted and so intimately involved in the characters’ hopes, fears and desires that for some time afterwards you feel as though you have known Emma and Dexter your whole life.
And in a special, introspective way, you sort of have.
Everyone has a favourite piece of London. Mine stands along the Terrace Walk, on the north-west prospect of Richmond Hill, the ‘glorious view’ so little changed in nearly three centuries. In the foreground are the bucolic, sloping Terrace Fields and Petersham Meadows. A diminutive ait, Glover’s Island, floats upon the Thames. Over the water is the verdure of Marble Hill and Cambridge Park, buildings veiled by slyvan canopies. Summer is when Richmond Hill comes into its own. The grass grows deep, creating secluded nooks and crannies to sit in and pass hours reading, napping, canoodling. Read more... And click here to listen to Nik's Spotify playlist