Well I promised another blog post at lunchtime & it has just gone 13h17…
Let’s go back to the start of 2010. It was a great start to the year. In January 2010 I moved into my first ‘proper’ studio space in Loop Street (Cape Town). For the previous 2 years had been using my house which was fortunately large enough to setup everything I needed. However with working at home I found I never stopped working. There were no boundaries. Anything outside work took a serious nose dive & it wasn’t doing me any good.
So within the first couple weeks of getting my studio setup in Loop Street, I began to explore the city around me. Having already lived in town for 2 years, one very seldom actually just ‘walks’ the streets. Having my studio slam bang in the middle of the city bowl was my incentive to start getting out on the street more.
Now 1 block down from my studio is Greenmarket Square. More importantly, 1 block from my studio is a coffee shop called CRAVE. Yes, they apparently knew what their coffee would do to people. It certainly got me hooked. While walking down to crave several times a day (a guy needs his coffee!) I kept passing this tiny tobacco shop. It looked as old. Like Harry Potter kind of magical vibe. (let me just add that I’m not a fan of Harry Potter at all, but I have watched the first movie & fell in love with the ‘old’ streets & shops)
At this particular tobacco shop is the shopkeeper who after chatting to him for a bit actually has one incredible story. Get this. A tobacconist (for like 40 years) who has NEVER smoked a cigarette/cigar. How bizzare is that! In any case, as almost every old gentlemen I’ve met, he considered it a privilege to have his portrait taken. In fact, it was the other way around. It was an honor to take his portrait.
Not wanting to take too much of his time, I shot 2 portraits of him. He was an absolute gentleman about posing for me too. Subsequently to taking these shots in Jan 2010, they have won several awards & been featured on international photography websites. I made a few prints for him & dropped them off at his shop a few days later.
“What a treat, thank you son.”
We’ve almost completely lost the people of his generation. Sadly so.