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perspective“It was the perfect time to think silver. Silver was the future, it was spacey – the astronauts wore silver suits.... and their equipment was silver too. And Silver was also the past – the Silver Screen… And maybe more than anything else, silver was narcissism – mir-rors were backed with silver.”Andy Warhol - Talking about ‘The Silver Factory’ in 1967

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Never without his camera, Graham Dodridge has travelled extensively during twenty years of building his international branding agencies; GyroHSR and now Silver. Graham has found inspiration working with some great contemporary commercial photographers including; Steve Double and the late Bob Carlos Clarke. He bought his first camera, an Olympus OM-1, in 1989, to take to America for a road trip with his cousin Ashley. He returned with four rolls of film, and so began his love of photography.

Born in Southampton in 1964 and, raised in Gloucestershire, Graham has returned, with his family, to The Cotswolds, following a fifteen year spell living in London.

p New York 1989

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I’ll never forget, the pure drama of my first trip to New York. Flight 103, on the first anniversary of the Lockerbie bombing. A Kuwait flight transiting London to collect several economy passengers. It was a few days before Christmas and my cousin Ash and I met with a wind chill of minus fifty degrees as we exited the arrivals terminal at JFK. With all our clothes layered on, billowing condensed breath, our noses frozen, we looked around for a route into Manhattan. A police cruiser sitting in a bay, aggressively whooped its siren to instantly draw attention. From within, a policeman with a broad Bronx brawl, said through his ‘Tannoy’; “Move the car lady” The woman who, no doubt illegally parked, turned to protest. “No conversation Lady. Move the car!” came the response before she had delivered her riposte. OK, so now I’m on full alert and on the set of ‘Blade Runner’. And that stage was now definately set for the next week in New York, followed by a drive right across the Southern States to Los Angeles.

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p Wall Street, New York City, 2010

p Greenwich Village, New York City, 1991 New York City, 1991 u

p Greenwich Village, New York City, 1991

p Gridlock , New York City, 1991

p Empire State Building, New York City, 1991 New York City, 2010 u

p New York City, 2010 New York City, 2010 u

the ancestral home

on earth

of themost powerfulman

t Kaplong, District of Sotik, Kenya, 2008

I awoke to the harmonies of 400 African voices drifting across the early morning mist from The Catholic Church of St Peter and Paul parish in Kaplong. The Reverend Fr. John Siele was holding court with the schoolgirls of Kaplong High, resplendent in their smart blue jumpers, pleated skirts and knee high ‘Persil white’ socks. My flight into Nairobi and the five hour dusty, bumpy drive across the Great Rift Valley to the west, into the district of Sotik the day before, was now a distant memory.

Through the gaps in our makeshift ‘boys dorm’ I could see the trees glowing orange on green with the intense early morning sun. We were in an area that was the epicentre of post-electoral violence a few months earlier in which 1,200 people lost their lives and a further 350,000 were driven out of their homes. Kofi Annan brokered a power sharing deal and so tensions were eased – the national press was full of talk of recriminations against those politicians who stirred up trouble as well as Obama’s Presidential aspirations which have now come to pass. The terrible violence seemed a world apart from the peaceful serenity of this humid and warm morning. The violence had caused many countries, including the UK, to impose travel bans, and so I was among the first team from a UK charity to enter Kenya – I had come to help build a house and I was made to feel most welcome.

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p Maasai Mara Enclosure, Kenya, 2008

Kenya, 2008

tripping around

berlin to lèonfrom

europe

t Terminal 5, London Heathrow airport, 2008

The pleasure of hurriedly catching a passing moment, having fumbled with my camera, contrasts starkly with the ‘heart beating’ frustration of having just missed that which will never happen again. This is the start of the journey.

What joy to see, hear and smell so much more when in unfamiliar territory. To steal a little of the experience away with me when I leave and to pour over my pictures, and select my favourites later.

Berlin, 2007

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Berlin, 2007

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p Berlin, 2006

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p Zurich, 2009

Kraków, 2006

p Fallen statue, Lèon, Spain, 2010

p It’s a long story, Lèon, Spain, 2010

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p Berlin, 2010

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ordinary extraordinary

people

t London, 2007

I’m inspired to take ‘hero’ shots of friends and strangers. From my soulful, song-writing nephew to my ‘street-wise’ childhood friend Chris – raised in the country, but beautifully adapted to city living. While every picture may tell a story, every face may not betray a private thought. We can only guess what each other is really thinking.

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p Chis, London, 2007

p Tom, Bristol, 2004

p Tom, Bristol, 2004

p Tom, Paris, 2004

p Tom, Cheltenham, 2004

p Oscar, Spain, 2009

p Mike, Le Touquet, 2004

p Paris, 2004

p Paris, 1992

p Lyon, 1996

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t Paris, 2004 p Didcot, 2004

p Guyana, 1991 Maldives, 1999 u

p Sri Lanka, 2001

p Lanzarote, 2009

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p Spain, 2006

p Galicia, Spain, 2010 San Luis Obispo, California, 1989 u

p San Luis Obispo, California, 1989

p Florence, 1997

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p Hong Kong, 1994 Hong Kong, 1994 u

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p Tedra, Guyana, 1991t Tom, Upper Slaughter, 2004

p Stow-on-the-Wold, 2004 Paxford, 2004 u

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p Dumbleton, 1997 Guiting Power, 2005 u

p Alfie, Upper Slaughter, 2006

p Howard, Zurich, 2006

p Howard, Ireland, 2005

15 million people

cairointo

t Cairo, 2011

squeezed

Busy, chaotic, dusty. Cairo, like so many densely populated north African cities, is an assault on all of the senses. The desert dust mutes the colours of the architecture and the green spaces, seemingly expanding the scale of the city by homogenising its look. Crossing the street is a head turning, bonnet swerving, art on high alert. Rubbish fills every corner and irrigation canal, and stray dogs and cats wander aimlessly about. But broad smiles and open hearted welcomes come from every face you see, despite this seemingly challenging environment.

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t Spain, 2010

a strange

affair with

chairsA sense of texture and pattern, born of my design experience tends to materialise in the landscapes I see. The strength and uniformity of the structure or the beauty of decay. Occasionally the sad locale of our four legged friend, the chair, disregarded in a slowly sinking vessel, talk to me of the fleeting nature of mans impact on the world about us.

p Spain, 2010

Amsterdam, 2001 San Francisco, 1999

California, 1999 Sanoma, 1999

p Ireland, 1993

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p San Francisco, 1991q New Mexico, 1991

Upper Slaughter, 2001 Philadelphia, 2003

Millennium Dome, 2000 Chelsea Harbour, 2003

p Brittany, 1989 Ireland, 2006 u

p Northern France, 1989

San Francisco, 2003 San Francisco, 2003

San Francisco, 2003 Napa, California, 2003

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p California, 2003

marrakesh a changing city

and you might miss itfail to stop

The call to morning prayer and the hustle and bustle of the Souk add to the rich patina of a beautiful city. This all evaporates the memory of the overcast, fading light of the England I left behind me the day before.

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the sands come and go but the beach

the sameremains

t Greece, 2005

So often the sheer scale of a beach can overwhelm. As you greedily fill your lungs with an ‘airship’ of sea breeze and race to the waters edge. The falling tide exposes a natural myriad treats in the rock pools and mans debris. A beer bottle resting in the folds of the undulating tidal retreat, or a discarded car seat make uncomfortable the impact of our relationship with the rapidly disappearing natural world around us.

p Barbados, 2000

p Brittany, 2001

p Dorset, 2006

p Weston-Super-Mare, 1989

p Woolacombe, 1989

p Baha California, Mexico, 1990

p Cape Tribulation, Australia, 1994 Weston-Super-Mare, 1989 u

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Northern California, 2003 Barbados, 2000

San Francisco, 2003 Miami, 2002

p Guyana, 1991

p Spain, 2010 Spain, 2010 u

p Ireland, 1990

Devon, 2008

p Bay of Biscay, 2010 Bay of Biscay, 2010 u

p Bay of Biscay, 2010

p Northern Spain, 2010

it took me 44 years to finally

at a festivalpitch camp

t Oscar, Charlebury, 2010

Summer music festivals are becoming hard to avoid. As an art student I planned to, but never made it. Now, twenty five years later, I arrive with the Land Rover, the tent, a wife and three kids.

My first mistake was to arrive without tent pegs. But a festival crowd is a helpful one, and those that camp are the resourceful and helpful kind. Three minutes later I have fifty pegs from five encampments close by. The smoke stacks are already rising into a doubtful sky and I feel ready to chill, eat chiros and be entertained. My second mistake didn’t appear until much later when I realised I’d pitched up 150 yards shy of the family quiet zone, right next to the late night beer tent!

p Charlebury, 2010 The Noisettes, Charlebury, 2010 u

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p Jack Bessant, Charlebury, 2010 Imelda May, Charlebury, 2009 u

t Buddy Guy, Charlebury, 2010

p Gary Stringer, Charlebury, 2010

p Buddy Guy, Charlebury, 2010

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