☀ exposure

saturday started like this:

but a train journey later ....

a different kind of grey:

and pink:

hop skip and jump across the river to see

exposed at Tate Mod:

the exhibition is a big one:

not easy to view when busy:

put aside a whole afternoon:

14 rooms of things that could excite and intrigue:

a sign warns of some that may offend:

 there are certainly plenty that cross the lines of propriety:

and privacy:

some left me feeling quite cold, such as the room labelled

'celebrity and public gaze':

iconic images by Weegee and Felice Quinto :

not my cup of rosie lee but relevant indeed:

glass cabinets housing beautiful cameras

the artists tool ☟

a lens hidden in the heel of a shoe and the fabulous 

minox model B 

* that would make some of todays digis feel size inadequate!

I loved the sneaky shots of Harry Callahan:

surreptitious iPhone grabs of my own:

this from Shizuka Yokomizo:

her series of 'stranger' photos are of people looking

out of a window:

she hadn't met any of them, but sent an anonymous letter

asking if they would stand at the window, with the lights on,

 one particular night:

she photographed them from the street, visible to the 'sitter':

if they didn't want to play, then to leave their curtains closed:

if they came down to meet her ~ then the photo wouldn't be used:

unlike many of the images in this exhibition, Yokomizo

sought an unlikely permission for her portraits:

the art of the unseen photographer is not a new one:

tiny sepia prints of ladies in huge hats sitting on a tram:

1930's subway passengers deep in thought: 

Cartier-Bresson and Brassai's street shots:

Mapplethorpe and Newtons fetish and erotica:

the Countess of Castiglione's private fantasies

enacted and captured by Pierre Louis Pierson:

the lighter side of surveillance:

the disturbing I shall leave ~ and it is not nice:

copulating couples, people in the throws of death,

the aftermath of war, lynchmobs and border crossings:

ironically the exhibition ends with a film piece by Thomas Demand 

of a CCTV camera:

I couldn't help thinking how I was probably being filmed right there, 

in the Tate as I looked: