Over the weekend, a friend and I walked through Paul McCartneyâs photography exhibition in London.
(Because, fun fact about me: I was obsessed with The Beatles as a teenager, and they still hold a huge soft spot in my heart.)
The exhibition features images McCartney took on flm the band was catapulted into worldwide fame.
Having dabbled in some 35mm photography, my friend and I started talking about our resistance to imperfect shots (and, of course, our respect for the talent of photographers whose careers were built solely on film).
We were stood in front of a large print that was technically âbadâ: out of focus, but snapped in the recording studio with guitars leaning against something out of frame.
âIâd probably have just got rid of that and thought it wasnât good enough,â my friend said. Yeah, me too.
But there really was so much magic in these photos. They felt raw and human, a glimpse into the real lives of people who have become music icons.
The beauty in this exhibition was seeing how McCartneyâs style and skill evolved â partly due to the influence of professional photographers he was working with for polished press features and record covers.