




The i360 is a tourist attraction offering views of Brighton, with a mirrored cafeteria at its base – I couldn’t resist taking a double selfie in its window even as I’ve resisted taking a ride in it for the 3 months we’ve been here. See the West Pier reflected in the background again.

Here, our intrepid photographer can be found in dialogue with his reflection in a blackened storefront window.

One exhibit at the museum featured a funhouse mirror. I’m not sure why, but as so often in galleries and museums, I felt compelled to take a reflective self-portrait.

It seems I always find the museum’s mirror.

About 2½ weeks ago we returned to the UK, this time to Brighton. As democracy and civil rights in the US come more and more frighteningly under threat; and the current administration move us determinedly into a post-bellum isolationism, failing to understand the reasons for which the post-war institutional structures were built, or the impoverishment earlier civilisations endured when they turned inward, we thought it best to consider alternatives. Here we are, reflected in a shiny mirrored surface on the beach promenade on our first afternoon.









I often find in museums a place to photograph myself in reflection. The Museum of Photographic Arts in Balboa Park (surprisingly lacking in photographs when we visited) provided the perfect opportunity for reflection.


From eye-height our heads were elongated so it looked as if I had a stove-pipe-tall head. At camera height (and angle, I suppose) this effect disappeared but we still got a kind of funhouse mirror effect.

In the last post on La Tour I had been trying to see Joel Coen introduce his curation of Lee Friedlander’s photographs but the crowds were too big and I was turned away. I returned the next day to see the show without Joel and capture some more of the stark geometry of the place.




Magnum had an event with lots of their photographers conducting book signings and an exhibit of a dialog of photographs and commentary on Gaza. Needless to say, I found the one place where I could photograph myself. I tried to line myself up with the legs in Erwitt’s famous photograph but failed.

We visited a museum dedicated to the Warsaw Rising of 1944 (not to be confused with the Warsaw Ghetto uprising of 1943, when the segregated Jews revolted). In this case, as the Germans retreated westward and the Russians advanced from the East, the people of Warsaw rose up. As usual, rather than photograph the objects in the museum, I focused my camera on the space and, of course, found a reflection of myself to photograph as well.


Michelangelo Pistoletto’s Standing Man (Uomo in Piedi) is one of his mirror paintings, allowing me to take this shot.