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Your artistic journey began in fine art at Wakefield College of Art before transitioning into photography in Australia. What led to picking up the camera, and how did it bring together your political views and visual obsessions?
Syd: I guess I was slow at joining up my passion for composition, the visual magic of the relationship between objects and people, and my political view of the world. The obvious became reality when I bought my first camera in '73. After I left art school, I came down from Yorkshire to London and almost immediately got a job as a studio technician in the painting department of St. Martins School of Art, which I did for three years. During that time, I worked on a series of very abstract hard-edge paintings, which even at the time felt a bit 'ivory tower' and left me without a creative voice for my political and social views. It wasn't until I left St. Martins and began traveling that I started seeing photographs in my head. That's when I bought my first camera, and it was life-changing. I felt empowered I could put forward my radical ideas while pursuing my visual obsessions. Magic! I had found my voice.
From capturing Rock Against Racism (RAR) to pivotal social events, your portfolio is vast. Is there a particular photograph that stands out to you this week, and what's the story behind it?
Earlier today, while looking for vintage images for The Atlas Gallery, I came across one of my favourite shots-West Runton Pavilion Rock Against Racism gig in 1979. The Ruts were playing, the venue was rammed, boiling hot, and electric. Everyone was pogoing, fists in the air-mayhem.
Near the front, I saw a girl climb onto the stage and strike a reclining pose between two monitors. One of those adrenaline-driven moments where nothing matters but the shot. I scrambled over heads onto the stage in front of Malcolm Owen, two Nikons around my neck, big old Norman flash pop. A second later, I was airborne, then flat on my back in the audience. The bouncers had thrown me off stage. I still have those cameras one with a big dent from that night.
After the big RAR carnivals in London, we wanted a "circus comes to town" approach, taking a rogue show of bands across the country.
The late '70s saw punk and reggae fuse under the RAR banner, challenging norms and confronting racism. How did art and photography influence public perception at that time?
We never had a grand plan. We were lucky that the chemistry, which was the fusion of the new music of UK reggae and punk, emerged out of the same inner-city despair, and bringing them together was explosive. RAR had a momentum of its own, and once the genie was out of the bottle, it was unstoppable.
I'd no idea where West Runton was but volunteered to drive a VW Kombi packed with Temporary Hoarding copies, camera gear, lights, and more. When we arrived nothing. Just a massive shed on the beach.
No houses, no queue, no people. We thought we'd hit the end of the earth. Bands arrived, PA was set up, soundchecks done still no punters. Then, suddenly, like the cavalry, a fleet of double- decker buses came over the headland, packed with the entire audience. I shot a lot that night- portraits, studied moments-but this image captured punk, especially outside London. This wasn't King's Road, Vivienne Westwood, or Malcolm McLaren's idea of punk-this was DIY punk.
You witnessed the unifying power of music and art firsthand. Can you share a moment that encapsulates the spirit of RAR?
The first RAR Carnival in Victoria Park, 30 April 1978. X-Ray Spex, Steel Pulse, The Clash, Tom Robinson Band-we wanted to take over London for the day. We booked Trafalgar Square, seven flatbed trucks, and Victoria Park. It was an anti- racist street party stretching eight miles. By 9 AM, Trafalgar Square was packed with 50,000 people- punks and dreads from all over the UK. Virgin Records had given us 100,000 whistles. The noise I was deafening. Billy Bragg later said, "It was the day my generation took sides." It really was.
"ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY HAD A MOMENTUM OF THEIR OWN ONCE THE GENIE WAS OUT OF THE BOTTLE, IT WAS UNSTOPPABLE"
Syd Shelton / Q&A