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Whatever You Are, Be A Good One

Cleave open that diary now. It is time. This freshly minted year wants you back at the coal face, the fromagerie, the kiln, the printing press, the butcher’s block, the logic board, the trading floor. Or just wherever your brand of grindstone beckons you to roll up sleeves and get stuck in.

Work. What a wonderful thing. Over the past year, our stores have paid tribute to traditional artisans, makers, crafters and producers, without whom this old world of ours would be a little short on the stuff that makes life taste and feel good: baking, upholstery, iron work, weaving, knitting and the rest.

Over the holidays, a vintage postcard reminded me of the portrait series of tradesmen and artisans by the iconic Irving Penn. (Famed for his Vogue covers.) He depicted each of the trademen in their traditional work clothes, proudly carrying the tools of their trade.

This was at a time when many tradesmen feared for their jobs, as machines were increasingly taking over. Little did they know how sought after traditional skills would have become, by the year 2015. There’s just no substitute for handcraftsmanship and tradesmen’s skills.

Read more about the series. I enjoyed the article pasted below, adapted via Sue Steward’s piece on

Go well into this newborn year. Like Abraham Lincoln said: ‘Whatever you are, be a good one.’



Irving Penn’s little-known portraits of anonymous street traders were taken in Paris, London and New York between 1950 and 1951. Previously unseen in the UK, they are now appearing at Hamiltons’ Mayfair gallery: 33 examples from a series of almost 252 full-length portraits collectively titled Small Trades. While they lack the instant glamour of the celebrity Portraits at the National Portrait Gallery, these sensitive depictions of skilled street traders – including a Parisian cheese-seller, a London house painter, a New York flower delivery man – are refreshingly different from the refined quality of the celebrity prints.

Similarly black and white, they were created with the time-consuming and expensive early 20th-century platinum palladium process which is responsible for the small editions (from three to only 30-something), for their high prices (£75,000 to £250,000) – and for their unusual beauty.
Part of the fascination with these workmens’ portraits lies with the stories of models posing with heads high, and exuding pride in jobs which no longer exist. Penn told Tim Jefferies, director of Hamiltons gallery and curator of over 20 Penn exhibitions, that he squeezed the sessions in between fashion shoots and celebrity portraits, often in studios littered with couture dresses. It was, he said, “like some crazy circus”.

With the tradesmen, he took a simple approach, posing them standing with their tools, against a neutral backdrop. It’s interesting to notice their reactions to the camera: celebrities of course, inhabit view-finders and plan and manage their image, but these 1950s workers almost certainly won’t have seen the inside of a Vogue magazine photographer’s studio and had to make it up. Invited by Penn’s scouts, they were paid a few francs, pounds and dollars to pose. Only the Americans disobeyed the brief to wear work clothes; they arrived in their Sunday best and were sent home to change.

The photographer imposed a “look” suggesting how they had grown into their work roles. Heads are slightly tilted and the slightly downcast eyes lending an air of proud superiority. Penn seems to have photographed them from slightly low to enhance that effect. I sensed they carried with them the smells from the streets where they worked amongst traffic, trains, machinery and hordes of people, and the slightly grubby tonal ranges and textures of the prints collude in creating that effect.

With his Charles Aznavour features and bemused half-smile, the cheese-man holds his box as proudly as an artist with his paints. In complete contrast, London’s jolly Chamois Seller is enveloped in a patchwork of wash-leathers like the Green Man of English folklore whose outfit is made of leaves. Emerging from under his leathers is a pair of shiny shoes. In New York, the tall, besuited News Dealer (New York, 1951), holds a bundle of papers under one arm and in a Noel Coward-like gesture, a lit cigarette in a holder in the other hand. Close scrutiny reveals a small pile of ash on the studio floor.

Close observation also pays off with the Chimney Sweep(£150,000), a man immortalised in three different poses involving the positioning of his brush. This is a masterpiece of Irving Penn design, drawing on the brushes’ sculptural potential: fully opened, it resembles a wheel and is beautifully, blackly, silhouetted against the backdrop. But the veiny hands and similarly hard-worked holey trousers are reminders of how easy it is to romanticise such lives.

Navy Navvy (London, 1950) is the most obviously hard-pressed subject, with the implications of his workman’s shovel, stained and torn clothes and worn-out face. But the carefully tied neckerchief adds an important and dashing individuality, and there is no suggestion that the Vogue fashion photographer interfered with his wardrobe. But what about the elegantly turned-up collars and shiny shoes, the hands fixed in sophisticated shapes – a little irresistible styling perhaps? I imagine that he left his subjects to settle into their own depiction of themselves, in their unselfconscious 15-minutes of fame, two decades before Warhol launched collective narcissism on us. Whichever way, the results are bewitching.

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