Over the weekend, a friend and I walked through Paul McCartneyâs photography exhibition in London.Â
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(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.)
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The exhibition features images McCartney took on flm the band was catapulted into worldwide fame.Â
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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).Â
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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.Â
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âIâd probably have just got rid of that and thought it wasnât good enough,â my friend said. Yeah, me too.Â
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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.Â
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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.
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