To Liverpool in the rain to visit the Walker again and to see the Don McCullin exhibition at the Tate. I had actually seen most of the photographs before in Manchester, so I skipped most of the war reporting. McCullin prints his own B&W photos, so there was an element of (perfectly acceptable) artifice in his later landscapes: the dazzling reflections and the very black shadows. The reportage photos were mesmerising, mixing the human with the humorous and the horrible. The photo from a Finsbury Park café brought to mind Dix’s portrait of a hostile-looking boy.
Aides memoires part 3 