I’m basically an adopted plastic cockney now. I know all the slang including “apples and pears”, “ruby murray”, “trouble and strife” and “i’m off for an Eartha Kitt”. So it goes without saying that London is going to feature quite a lot in the blog, but I don’t want to tire the same places out all the time unless I find new angles or new themes.
New theme #1 that I came up with for 2018 was “the rat’s eye view”. A simple enough concept: take photos from low down as if you were a rat. Maybe it could give a different perspective on the world from what we usually see approximately 5 to 6 feet higher up in most cases.
I’ve only just started with this so I’ve only a few snaps to share, but here they are:
Of course, spending 2 whole evenings on your knees in London without suitable payment would be ludicrous, so I did manage to take a few shots whilst stood upright.
Maybe it’s also worth pointing out that I was apparently walking through the place that’s recently been described as a “war zone” and has “no go areas”. What a brave soul I am, or of course I could be being fucking sarcastic as neither of these things are true. Nowhere in London is a “no-go zone”. It is bullshitio. The orange man and his supporters are full of shitio.
You’re more likely to have a hipster spill a mocha-choca-gluten-free-synthetic-hazelnut-fairtrade-parrot-friendly-soya-latte-espresso-combo-hybrid over you than you are to get stabbed or attacked in any way. If you find yourself in London and being aggressively shouted at, the chances are some one is trying to sell fruit and veg to you.
Back to real life and photographs.
I took a cracking stroll from Tower Bridge all along the river to Tate Modern and then across to St Paul’s Cathedral as you have seen in the first rat eye view pics. The lights of London really do shine brightly once the sun has gone down, and this is when I really like to have fun with the camera. Street photography is fairly difficult during the day and an extra challenge at night, but when the neon lights are on it’s hard to resist.
First stop in Soho was the Windmill International, which used to be a theatre. I thought it was still a theatre, but no, it’s a table dancing club. Look closely below and you can see the bouncer on the door giving me a huge thumbs up and welcoming smile. Aye.
Just around the corner, still in Soho, was this barber shop. It was closed, obvz, but the neon lights at the back gave a very soft glow to the grooming chairs and were begging to be photographed. I obliged.
Mere feet away from there was this quaint record store. I don’t know much about the place but the design and tiling on the building suggested to me it may have been something to do with the London Underground in a previous life. It had that Underground station feel to it.
And if you’re going to photograph a bloke outside a record store you might as well do the same outside a book store, right? Fifty Shades and Extra Strong Pills? Suits you, sir.
Cheers for reading.