The Creatives Condition

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating”. Pearl S. Buck

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River Garonne, Toulouse © Stewart Weir 1997

English Football Culture

England fans fight Marseille locals. ©Stewart Weir 1998

I did a story about England football fans for Esquire magazine back in June 1998. I was 5 years into my career and my first big shoot. My brief was to do a photo story about the fans as they followed England. This shot was taken the evening before the first match against Tunisia. I had literally jumped off the train from Paris about 20 minutes earlier. I heard police sirens at the train station, jumped in a taxi and asked the driver what was going on. He told me that there were lots of fans in the port area causing trouble so thats where I headed.

Saint-Étienne 1998

Saint-Étienne, France © Stewart Weir 1998

I was traveling around France in early 1998 taking photographs of all the Football World Cup stadiums for Lonely Planet. I’d just arrived in Saint-Étienne and after I’d photographed the Stade Geoffroy-Guichard stadium I walked past an old atmosphere French cafe.. curious and needing a coffee I walked in. It was an overcast day with diffused light coming in and together with the cafe decor really felt like I’d stepped back in time to the 50′s. I guess they don’t have many visitors to this part of the city as people were taking notice of me with lots of bonjour’s, and the kind of friendliness not seen before or since anywhere in France. I’d been speaking to this guy for a while doing the best I could to understand his English and he tried hard to understand my poor non existent French. He said good bye and as he walked to the door he saw me raise my camera to my eye and at the door he waived.

Lost in a box for the last 14 years. Wondering what else is waiting to be found..