Photos capturing the banal eccentricity of English life

Brought up in a predominantly white, working-class suburb in South London in the 1950s and ‘60s, photographer Barry Lewis says that it was only when he reached his mid-teens that he began to connect with the country’s rich cultural diversity through music and clubbing.

After receiving a scholarship to study under master photographer Bill Brandt at the Royal College of Art, Lewis learned how to create photo essays – a skill he brought to bear in the flourishing world of glossy magazine publishing.

Following his graduation from the RCA in 1976, Lewis secured a one-year contract shooting for Vogue. “The art director, Terry Jones, liked my work, and, while understanding that I had no interest in fashion, encouraged me with portrait work. My first assignment was to photograph Andy Warhol!” Lewis joyously recalls. 

Although the weekly wage was only £10, the strength of the Vogue name helped Lewis secure freelance commissions and commercial work. Over the next two decades, Lewis continued to shoot for UK magazines, piggybacking personal projects onto paid assignments.

“With lockdown, I started looking back through my archive and was surprised by how prolific my coverage was, with often quietly powerful pictures missed in the rushed process to make great magazine sets dominated by the double-page spreads,” Lewis says. 

In a new book, Being British 1975-2005 (Café Royal Books), Lewis offers an evocative document of England in the late-twentieth century, which he sees as more plainly as “a portrait of the photographer: young male, white working class, lippy, opinionated… but, someone who enjoys the warmth of the British people”.

Lewis began working in colour when it was still frowned upon by the art world. “There was a feeling at this time for most young aspiring photographers that colour photography was for family snaps and slick commercial work, while black and white was the way to go for us ‘serious artists!’” he says.

After discovering Radio Times magazine paid double for colour commissions, Lewis decided to make the switch. He remembers: “I was confronted for the first time by my lack of knowledge and how difficult it was to make a photo that corresponded to what you saw in your mind’s eye.”

But he kept on, encouraged by the thriving London photographic community centred around The Photographers’ Gallery, Half Moon Gallery, and Network Photographers. “The unifying power of these meetings and asking provocative questions about the politics of photographic practices cannot be understated. Many of the connections I made at that time changed my life. We were all broke but London was far cheaper then, and everyone gave their time and enthusiasm.”

With this book, Lewis reclaims the idea of “Being British” from what he describes as “a myopic myth of ‘hijacked and exploited by the Brexiteers that ignores the history of Empire and its consequences. It is a delicate time to be representing ‘Britishness’ in images but I try to hold on to the strengths and the richness of our shared culture.”

Being British 1975-2005 is out now on Café Royal Books.

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