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Paul Weller Visits His Photographic Exhibition In Woking!

Steve Pilgrim & Paul Weller

Paul Weller Returns To His Roots At The Lightbox
By Beth Duffell
August 08, 2011

From Get Hampshire

WOKING’S Modfather returned to his hometown on Friday (August 8) to attend a private view of a photographic exhibition at The Lightbox.

Paul Weller was back in Woking for one night only when he was a guest at the museum and gallery for a Town Called Malice, Stanley Road Revisited: Photographs of Paul Weller.

Portraits by Weller’s favourite photographer, Lawrence Watson, adorn the walls of the upper gallery in the exhibition that runs until September 25.

The last time Weller made a public appearance in Woking was when he did a gig for Woking Hospice at Woking leisure centre, which raised more than £60,000 for the cause.

Paul, who was born at Woking’s Victoria Hospital, chatted to the Surrey Advertiser about the exhibition and music.

The evening also featured a private view of Snap, Crackle and Pop: British Pop Art meets the High Street in the Swinging Sixties.

Wearing an original paper dress, Katherine Higgins, TV presenter and specialist on BBC’s Antiques Roadshow, who co-curated Snap, Crackle and Pop, spoke about the work that had been done behind the scenes to create the colourful exhibition.

Sir Peter Blake CBE officially opened the event and Steve Pilgrim, Paul Weller’s drummer, entertained the crowds with live music.


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