Gray’s Anatomy – I lost my iPhone! – By Richard Gray

It’s Friday again! Wow, the weeks seem to whizz past faster and faster – of course Friday’s around here mean one thing, Richard Gray’s Gray’s Anatomy column and this week is a bitter sweet recount of Richard and his escaping iPhone – don’t miss this, over to you Richard (foreword by Joanne Carter).



‘It’s every iPhone photographers nightmare – last Saturday, I lost my phone! I’d been at a music festival and had developed a small rip in my shorts, which, what with all the clambering around and stuffing things in my pockets, by the end of the day had developed into a huge hole around my upper right thigh area. But it was time to go home and in these liberal times and in the relative darkness, I didn’t expect many people to take too much offense to the occasional flash of my underwear. Nevertheless as I walked along I grasped the hole to prevent excessive embarrassment (and further ripping). But by doing this, my phone slipped out of my pocket! There was a point when I heard a “clunk” – but, in the dark and keen to get home, I didn’t think to see what it was. That was the sound of my world falling apart (I exaggerate slightly).

But can you imagine my distress? My first thought was: OMG! I have to give two iphoneography classes in a few days’ time, I’m gonna look a right muppet if I turn up without my iPhone! One of the things I was planning to talk about in my class was the importance of backing up your photos. And, having practiced what I preached, I reassured myself with the thought that all my photos were backed up to the cloud. But as an avid street snapper, I always wanted quick access to my camera app and so I had never put a password on my phone. So if someone found my phone, they would access to my emails, my Facebook, my Twitter and my Instagram. They could pretend to be me and post up an embarrassing photo of their dinner and ruin my online branding! My pulse was racing. I went to lost property but it hadn’t been handed in. I called the phone. And someone picked up. “You found my iPhone!” I said. “Yeah, man, it’s in safe hands” came the reply, in a reassuringly middle-class accent. We arranged for a handover (without ransom) and my life returned.

The moral of the story? Backup your photos and finally get round to patching up those small rips in your shorts’.



‘I was having fun until I lost my iPhone’ – ©Richard Gray

Richard's mobile photography has been exhibited around the world and published in various magazines and on many websites. He launched the world's first live course in iPhone photography in early 2012 with Kensington and Chelsea College. He has given workshops with The Photographers' Gallery and British Journal of Photography. Sport England recently commissioned him to cover various of its Sportivate initiatives with the iPhone. A keen observer of this new photographic genre, his writing has been widely published (most notably in The Guardian) and he writes a blog (iphoggy-bloggy). With a big camera, he specialises in music photography ( and syndicates to Press Association (with both big and small cameras).


  • zero

    “in a reassuringly middle-class accent..”

    What a horrible attitude you have.

    • Richard Gray

      I was actually joking – as I do a lot of the time in this column. I don’t know if you’ve read the other columns but I can’t see how if you haven’t you might not have picked up on that.

  • zero

    I haven’t read any other columns.I’m sure it was a joke and i hope others reading don’t make the assumption of you that i did.

    • Richard Gray

      I can assure you it was ; ) But I take your point that you have to be careful sometimes. Thanks for reading the column (and the old ones if you take a look at those)!

  • Robert Lancaster

    Great column as always!
    And I, for one, did indeed realise that you were joking based on the tone of the article up until that point. You write really well and I am sure that the majority of readers will take no offence.
    Reassuringly middle class and proud if it!!!