I had planned to share this on Lord Snowdon’s birthday, which was March 7th. Since I had vacationed at Mom’s, my schedule was screwed up and I completely forgot. I’m a lover of photography and somewhat of an amateur photographer myself. When I saw his exhibition in the Yale Art Gallery (several years ago), I think that’s what really inspired me to pursue that as an art.
For those unfamiliar with him, Lord Snowdon, or “Antony Charles Robert Armstrong-Jones, 1st Earl of Snowdon”, is respected in England as a photographer for both royalty/society people and pictures depicting stirringly human moments. Some feel they are sort of disparate subjects, but it shows he has a good range of capturing human nature in any setting.
Last year The Telegraph did a piece interviewing him in which he shows a sort of disdain for his art and simple taste for life. His words could be chosen in spite for having more publicity or it could be, as one of my favorite songs about Claude Debussy says, The Holy Egoism of Genius. He was also apparently a serial adulterer, but artists are known for their over-the-top passions, right? Whatever your thoughts on the man, you have to say he did have an eye for the right moments: