Inevitably, my return to this side of the world means much time being spent indoors. My daily routine, if not simply and solely consisting of ‘home’, goes something like: home-car-mall/supermarket-car-home. So what do I do when I’m stuck in the car? Continue shooting, of course. Literally, streeting on-the-go.
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There are two cats in their final instars, and I can spot at least four more eggs. They just keep coming (our poor lime plant).
I daresay that from now on, I won’t be shooting as often as I have been in the past few weeks. It’s back to another world for me, for a while.
George Orwell’s 1984 leads to V for Vendetta leads to a bunch of Guy Fawkes-masked activists marching on the Houses of Parliament from Trafalgar Square this 5th of November. Lots of discontent, it seems, about the government’s failure to serve its people, the dismal state of the economy and the environment. Also something about the wars, social service, education, and a lot about Cameron; it’s everything rolled into one. “We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us.” Possibly my most challenging reportage coverage yet – a nighttime protest! Again I set out…
At Central Saint Martins. There was another lady prowling about the campus with a DSLR; this being an arts college I suppose people’d be used to seeing weird photographers lurking around…
Pioneer auto and steam cars took over Regent Street today while it was closed to regular vehicular traffic. Humberettes, Knoxes, De Dion Boutons, Goessants and what have you, all sporting poppies, their owners garbed in period costume or in goggles, scarf and aviator hats. Just as delightful as these century-old cars were their individual histories – the Panhard-Levassor which was purchased in 1903, driven through France and ‘deep mud, deep water and human excrement’, and its owner Sir Stanley having been stopped for speeding in that car ‘but was saved from prosecution when the gendarme took shelter from a downpour’…
Dropped by to visit a friend there today. First time stepping into a private, non-NHS hospital in London – what a world of difference. Was pleasantly surprised at the quality state of the room, the ridiculously extensive menu, and comprehensive services on offer (beautician or hairdresser, anyone?). They also had complimentary refreshments for visitors!
Despite the countless number of times I’ve been to Chinatown, I don’t believe I’ve done any streeting there before. I wasn’t expecting to get away with much when I took my camera out of my bag, but the outcome has proven me wrong. Bolder, closer, and hopefully better? And I was hardly shooting deliberately, just quick snaps here and there as I passed through on an errand. At Covent Garden, a Chinese-looking cleaner was standing by his cart of junk cardboard, watching a busker. He had the most cheerful, carefree face, despite the nature of his job. He was like…
Ah, fog. It was either a river shoot, or the deer. I couldn’t pull myself out of bed in time for the commute to Richmond Park, so Waterloo it was. I also didn’t feel like lugging my full kit around so I brought along just the X100. Typical touristy haunts around the London Eye and Houses of Parliament. Houses of Parliament Westminster Bridge Before I concluded the walkabout, I came across a woman on a bench, having some ice-cream with her kids. I shot from the hip, then stepped a little closer. At first, two of the girls noticed me…