While taking a few pictures around Newark today, a guy raced out of his shop to say I wasn’t allowed to take pictures. “Yes, I can”, I said. “No, you can’t”, he shouted, “it’s private”. I told him to phone the police if he thought I was breaking some law (other than the fantasy law that was lodged in his head). I waited, taking pix, while he got his phone out and punched some numbers in.
I’m pretty clued up about the rights and responsibilities of taking pictures in public. I even have a sheet of paper, written by a solicitor, on behalf of an editorial photographers’ collective, who specialises in these matters, which is handy to show to anyone who thinks I’m doing something wrong. No police turned up; I think he rang the speaking clock…
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