To our friend, Martin Parr.

#MartinParr #photography We'll tell you about the man we came to know. A man who referred to his passion as an obsession - not with the theatrical flair of someone performing genius, but with the calm inevitability of a person who accepts that true devotion will always trespass into the territory of compulsion. It was the kind of confession only those of us afflicted with the same unruly, lifelong hunger for photography could recognise immediately. A man who was disarmingly blunt and quick-witted, who laughed with unembarrassed volume, who gave with a generosity that felt effortless, and who fought tirelessly for others to succeed - so long as they were genuinely good, of course. Standards are standards. So, we’ll honour him the only way that feels appropriate: by keeping the obsession alive, drinking far too much tea, and talking about new work. Which, frankly, feels like the most Martin way to do it.