The plot is 24 hours in the life of a glamorous fashion photographer named Thomas (David Hemmings), a successful yet cynical individual who has lost all feeling of passion for his work. He hangs around London and his world is bounded by fashion, pop music, marijuana, and easy sex, feels his life is boring and despairing.
Then he meets a mysterious beauty, and also notices something frightfully suspicious on one of his photographs of her taken in a desolate park. The fact that he may have photographed a murder does not occur to him until he studies and then blows up his negatives, uncovering details, blowing up smaller and smaller elements, and finally putting the puzzle together. Has a crime occurred?
Blowup was a huge hit in the mid 1960s. It was weird, obscure, and mysterious and for me also a great source of inspiration.
Professionalism or passion, which’s better? This question I solved, thanks to Thomas, decades ago. I decided that the photography will be a part of my lifestyle. It’ll be my passion, and I’ll be independent, and unrestricted. Yes, that was my choice, unquestionably.