Looking at black and white photography makes me want to put some Bon Iver and Sigur Ros on Spotify, light a few relaxing candles and fade into the evening with a lovely warm cup of tea (which is exactly what I’m doing as I write this…).
These photographs are the latest from one of my favourite London street photographers, John Kortland, who I finally had the pleasure to meet in person last week over a lunch break.
A winter cigarette, a passionate public embrace, the play of light and shadows among the crowds, an intimate cafe conversation. Like all of his shots, they tell stories, but there’s something deeper (perhaps a greater sense of emotion) that emerges when the colour is stripped away.
John normally shoots in colour, as you’ve seen in previous blog posts, but I think he has a knack for black and white, don’t you?
What are your thoughts on black and white photography?