On Westminster Bridge
When I worked in London, I’d often take a detour across Westminster Bridge on my way home. Except in winter, there would still be enough daylight to take photos.
I came across this couple one April evening. I expect they’d come from north London, to relax and take in the sights. As an orthodox Jewish wife, the lady had on a wig. Only her husband would have been allowed to see her natural hair.
Having spotted the couple, I knew I wanted to take their picture. Amongst the tourists and commuters, they seemed exotic in their formal black clothes. But I had to think quickly – whether to photograph them from in front or behind. In general, I don’t like confrontation. If the lady’s hair was covered out of modesty, who was I to brandish a camera in her face? Call me a coward if you like, but a rear view felt more respectful.
So much for photo etiquette – what about the picture itself? It wasn’t taken as a portrait. I wanted a graphic illustration, showing the formality and blackness of the couple’s outfits. For that, there was no need to show faces. And as a bonus, I feel that photos taken from behind leave something to the imagination. What do you think? Do you like rear views or do they leave you feeling cheated?
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Love it xxx
A sneak preview of next year’s fashion trends?
Gosh, I must say I didn’t notice the bags. I like rear views; one can imagine what the couple is doing & where they might be going. I didn’t know the Hasidic rules of the wife’s hair—interesting. It’s a lovely photo!
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Isn’t Big Ben housed in London Tower.
Hi, Linda – I’m glad you like the picture. I had to check the name of the tower that houses Big Ben. It’s called Elizabeth Tower and it’s next to the Houses of Parliament.
I love back views. I always wonder if they are talking, or what the expressions are.
I also like seeing the clock tower.
nice work, richard.
~~susan
Thanks, Susan – I’m glad I’m not the only one who likes back views. I can never remember the name of the clock tower. People refer to it as Big Ben, but that’s the name of the huge bell inside. It makes a wonderful sound. On a good day, we could hear it chiming from the office, more than a mile away.
Very elegant – and typical April weather, by the look of things.
Elegant? Yes, Terry – apart from the plastic bags they were carrying, which rather date the picture.