Here’s a photo of Marble Arch, taken on Wednesday. I’m really pleased with how this shot came out, especially the red glow in the centre of the arch. This glow, incidentally, was caused by a Police car. Allow me to explain…
I had a plan in mind, to head to Marble Arch to try and get some shots that didn’t really come out how I wanted the first time round, and then head home. Simple. A quick journey along the Central Line and I find myself procariously poised on the edge of the pavement, dangerously close to the rush hour traffic tearing along Oxford Street. A few shots later, and I move round to the other side of the arch, and set up position to capture what would later become the shot above. While my first attempt is underway, I see the arch light up from the other side as a car pulls in through the middle. This is all very odd. I assumed this was a pedestrian only area, however, not being a motorist in London, I’m no expert and think nothing of it. On closer inspection, I find the car is a police car. Again, I think nothing of it (other than “damn, that’s just ruined my shot”). It’s not until said police car pulls up, head on, mere feet away from me that I start to think something’s up. As the two officers get out I instantly start racking my brain trying to figure out what it is I could have possibly done to warrant (no pun intended) their attention. The first officer approaches me, and I hoik my earphones out.
“Would you mind telling me what you’re doing?” he says. Umm, ok. “I’m just taking some photos of the arch” I reply. “And who are you taking photos for?”. For some reason, my default guilt setting kicks in. What have I done?! There must be a reason for them stopping me. “They’re just for myself” comes my tentative reply. “So, Photography’s just a hobby then?” – he’s not letting up. “Yeah”. I feel like I’m incriminating myself with each hesitant answer. “What sort of camera is that?” Officer #2 has decided to join in.
BG: “Umm, it’s a Canon 400D”.
PC #2: “Oh right, nice. I have a 40D myself”
BG: “Ah, cool. I’d love one of those.”
PC #2: “And what lens is that?
BG: “It’s a Sigma 17-70mm”
PC #2: “Oh, a 65mm?”
BG: “Um, no. It’s a 17-70mm f2.8-4.5″
PC #1: “Do you have ID on you?”
I take out my drivers license and hand it over to the first officer. “Is this your current address?” he asks. “No, it’s my old address. I don’t have a car in London so I’ve never bothered to change it.” – Is that illegal?! I hope not. It’s gonna a 15-20 stretch the way I’m going! He has a quick scan, and hands to the other guy who goes off to the car to run a background check. So, not I’m left making small talk with the first guy. He’s still firing off questions at me – Where do you work/live? How old are you? What do you do for a living? etc etc, all of which I probably don’t answer anywhere near convincingly enough, despite the fact that I’m tell the truth. I think this is an in built ability that the police have.
The second guy returns, after what seems like an eternity and hands me back my license. “That’s all fine. Do you understand why we stopped? We saw you setting up by the side of the road, and thought we’d better check it out what with Terrorism and all…”. I mumble something about it being fine, and it not being the first time it’s happened, while inside I’m wondering why, even if I was a terrorist – which I’m not, would I be thinking that Marble Arch, at night, with no one around would be a good target?! As I said, this isn’t the first time this has happened. I’ve had other photography based run-ins with the police before, but the last time I was taking photos by (“By” mind you, not “Of”) the MoD building. This was a perfectly innocent mistake on my part, and I can understand why you wouldn’t want people photographing the MoD, which could well be a potential terrorist target. But, Marble Arch? Seriously? It must have been a slow night.
Now, don’t get me wrong, these two gentlemen were perfectly friendly, and I understand that they’re just doing their job, but surely I don’t warrant they’re attention for what I’m doing? Is that not a slight waste of police time? How, in a city as big as London, with such a thriving tourist trade, and with thousands of photos being taken daily can a single photographer be plucked out as a potential threat from taking a photo of a famous monument?
It seems to me that the rights of photographers are still very much a grey area. The BBC ran an interesting article on this very subject a while ago, and I agree with it whole heartedly. Granted, my story is not as bad as some of those mentioned, but being approached by the police in such a way does leave you feeling like a naughty school boy. For some weird reason, it’s even worse when you’ve done nothing wrong. After this little run in, I lost the buzz for the evening, and decided to head off home, which was a shame. I don’t always have as much time to dedicate to photography as I’d like, and obviously, I won’t let the occassional one of incident stop me but it does sour the experience slightly.
To anyone reading this, I’d be interested to hear any other similar stories or oppinions on the subject. Anyway, rant over. Back to the matter in hand…