The year of revolutions, and the backlash. Nationalist and socialist. Everywhere.
© 2014 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
© 2014 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
The year of revolutions, and the backlash. Nationalist and socialist. Everywhere.
© 2013 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
This video was made to celebrate a lovely day in Brighton, so good I had to get up on the table and do a modest jig. It was also the final season for the pair of MiuMiu shoes that I … Continue reading
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
Testing out a solo version of the mobile exhibition on the opening afternoon of the Third Brighton PhotoBiennial. It was throwing it down with rain so not ideal conditions. Had to build an adhoc rain cover for the picture, good, … Continue reading
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
My conversations with the nightworkers were all charming, generous and full of good humour. I thought it would be coffee, cigs and grumpiness but it’s a different world. Emptier roads means different geographies, 24hr café’s a different diet, less background … Continue reading
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
The last day before conversion into a Morrisons. St James’s St. Kemptown. Brighton.
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
This year I have spent too much time sorting out exhibitions and being frustrated by (still) dormant landlords, agents and owners of empty shops. When the Photofringe asked if I was doing another exhibition I decided that it would be … Continue reading
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
© 2011 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
Noam C being beamed down. I was too far away for my mobile phone to capture the finer details.
© 2010 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
According to my trainer, a Cable Pull Through is a harsh exercise involving a column of weights. Gavin says that it’s a bit embarrassing to do in the gym, but that nothing is better for firming up the hams. In … Continue reading
© 2010 Jonathan Swain. All rights reserved.
Cycling around central Paris last summer I whizzed past a large wall plastered with photos. Some sort of official document and passport style portraits. It was dark, I was hungry. The next day I went back. The wall was in … Continue reading