Something someone said recently made me think about 27th May 2009. It was a day that I learned something profound and devastating. In the evening I went out and took some photographs and started to get over it. It was an important day in driving my determination to improve as a photographer.
Manchester United were playing Barcelona in the UEFA Champions’ League Final against Rome, in Italy. I was in Manchester, so headed out to photograph the fans.
Ahead of the match, fans were in a jubilant mood
Cigarette-hungry supporters clustered by venues with screens
As the pubs filled, eager fans watched through windows
but the Italian side won and, as the 2nd half came to a close, sad fans emerged
I’m grateful I used Canon’s RAW format. My cameras weren’t the best in 2009 and this was most evident in low light. I under-exposed shots in order to keep the shutter speed up. Processing these pictures today, I’ve increased the exposure by up to 2 stops and corrected the colour. RAW enables this kind of post-production with less loss.
Numbers on the streets increased. It started raining and a surprising wave of jubilation spread through the fans’ ranks
Their numbers swelled as more spilled on to the narrow road at the top of Manchester’s “Printworks” venue
A sense of physical and emotional release took hold
The rain poured heavier
Their team had just lost a massive match. Months of tension was released
A couple of times the rain and jostling from the crowd threw off my focus
Fans stripped off their shirts
and the streets became shiny, reflecting glorious multi-coloured lights, as the crowd cried out
Using high ISO on a cheaper camera and then pushing the exposure in post-production adds noise to the pictures, but detail is still retained
This shot’s full of motion blur, but I don’t care because there’s one emotion that’s sharp
A primeval instinct had been awakened
Police arrived and created a porous barrier, allowing people to leave but not enter
The year before, Glasgow Rangers fans rioted in Manchester during the UEFA Cup Final. The memory of that night would’ve been fresh
but there was no such disorder on this night
and the triumphant losers headed home.
A great blog entry demonstrating how good photojournalism can explain the event to people who weren’t there.