Second year house share in Lees Hill Road, Sneinton, Nottingham. Pretty basic facilities and very cold in the winter but the landlord was a nice guy and the rent was reasonable.
Memories of staying up late into the night programming a newly acquired Sinclair ZX81 computer. I needed to get rid of it a year later as its logic blocked what I needed to do for photography. I gave the computer away to a Chinese student in my next accomodation in Burns street, he in turn gave me a red silk tie, I think I may still have it somewhere.
Summer 1980. One of my fellow flatmates (right) enjoys the company of a guest in first year student accommodation in Flat 8 Hampden Street Nottingham.
The majority of boys I shared with were art students which made it easier when I did a small photo documentary project of the place as part of my first year Photography course.
Im currently digitising the rest of the images to recreate the whole project. Would be nice to hear from the people who lived there then.
Last Diploma in Photography student at Trent Polytechnic
One of my fellow “last Diploma in Photography” students at Trent Polytechnic taken in approx 1980/81. After our year group the course changed to a degree level one as the Polytechnic moved towards becoming a University.
For some reason root vegetables were over represented in still life work, not sure why.
Jackie is using a Weston Euromaster light meter to work out exposure, an essential tool in fully manual photography. We were incredibly fortunate to learn all manual photography from the ground up.
Part of a second year photo project at Trent Polytechnic to illustrate the courses available at Newark College. This was taken in the violin making school approx 1981/2.
I was accompanying the designer who was also a student and who would make the prospectus for the college. We had very little time in each department and building so was a bit rushed but going into the violin school there was an immediate sense of peace and I wanted to capture the calmness.
I had prints of these on the wall of my darkroom at Tony Stone Images, perhaps hoping that some of the feel of craftsmanship in them would rub off on me in some way!