When I think of London I think of this weather. Today delivered but not before teasing me with sunshine early this morning as I did my best yogi routine in the room. I finished levitating, ate and hit the streets. I can’t stress to you how bad I am at tourism. I don’t want to see the things that most people would come to London to see. First of all, I’ve seen many of them, but it’s also because I’m most intrigued by people not things. So when I walk the streets I am looking at you not them.
I need a certain type of spacing to make photographs, unless something strange happens. Like a riot. Then I can shoot on the street while I’m walled in by crumbling buildings and flaming buses, but unless you can stir up a riot then I’m out of luck. The closest thing I can find in a city is park or area near a river or some other natural space where I get a bit of distance to play with with and where I can wait for the right light. I’ll let you know if this ever happens again. I’ll send up a flare.
The night wrapped up with a lecture at a fashion college where we had almost a hundred students. (That’s a lot in school terms.) The night finished off with a community meeting which was so packed you could barely move. I got backed into a corner and was pinned between some fried calamari and some mini fish and chips. I managed to extract myself by dislocating my shoulders and crawling out under the buffet. All things I’ve learned in advanced Blurb training. Onward and upward.