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Everyday London Life: Local Street Scenes

The London I live in can sometimes look like a well-heeled, prosperous city rich with colour, bright and shining, vibrant with promise. But at other times it appears to be undeniably grey and grimy, with a kind of sad shabbiness borne of generations of poverty and neglect.

I’m experimenting in trying to capture creatively that slightly darker, starker mood of some of the not-so-pretty everyday street scenes, as shown in these few images, all taken locally in Leytonstone, East London… 🙂

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Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Large Subjects

Hmmm… ‘Large Subjects’ is the topic for this week’s Cee’s Black and White Challenge… well, living here in London choosing large buildings would seem a bit too obvious, so instead I’ve chosen a few images all taken in larger-than-life Camden Market in North London…

cyberdog-camdenGiant cybermen guard the entrance to Cyberdog Boutique…

giant-horse-head-camdenA giant horses head sits on the cobbled steps…

shaka-zulu-camdenAnd a giant Zulu warrier towers over the doorway to Shaka Zulu restaurant/ bar/ club 🙂

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St Pancras Station – The Lovers

Just under the clocks on the terrace of St Pancras station stands a striking 9m high statue by Paul Day. The artwork is named ‘The Meeting Place’ but is perhaps better known as ‘The Lovers’. It truly is a beautiful monument to all the inevitable meetings and partings that have always taken place at all railway stations over the generations since the railway first began…

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Everyday London Life: What’s the Story?

I often wonder about the stories behind the people I see who appear to be living on the outer edges of the mainstream – perhaps because I too often also feel that way, perpetually on the outside of normal life, looking in…

I’m not sure what happened with this elderly man, who appeared to be standing with his belongings – including a trumpet – on the wet sand next to a weighted tarpaulin at the base of the stone steps leading down to the river Thames along the South Bank.

When I’d passed this way earlier at high tide, the steps had been covered mid-way to the top, so clearly he must have been waiting for the water to subside enough to access the foreshore.

But what wasn’t clear to me as I took this shot was if he was retreiving his saturated things from underneath having mis-judged the timing of the tide, or creating a dry space on which to leave everything safely until the next high tide?

One thing’s for sure, I’ll never know why he was there on that chilly April evening as night was falling, or what happened to him after I captured that singular moment in his life…

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