Author: babycakes

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

He had “keep britain british” written across his t-shirt. She had a look of contempt written across her face. They both chose to ignore each other and carried on walking.

London is the biggest melting pot on Earth. The whole world is here. We live in a majority of minorities. This means there isn’t enough of anyone and too much of everyone to cause a problem. This is a good thing. Enemies brush shoulders, as above, but there is harmony through equality of numbers. The other positive is if you’re interested in meeting people from other parts of the planet you don’t have to travel, a massive bonus for the poor, the fearful and the lazy. You can instead be a permanent tourist in your own town, the ultimate staycation – and who says multiculturalism doesn’t work?

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london.

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london.

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london.

If there was a motto to bind these colourful characters together this week it is “be yourself, everyone else is taken”. It is a celebration of the glorious individuality of London’s inhabitants. This is because we live in the capital city of no-one gives a shit. Where what you want, be who you feel like, just stay out of my way. This indifference creates a culture where freedom of expression can thrive. If you live in a small town and you look different in any way people stare, sometimes  worse. In a city this populated and diverse you live in a  world where no-one will ever notice you. For most people here, that’s a good thing. Anonymity rules.

P.S As I uploaded this picture I noticed the hand of the guy walking past, it totally freaked me out as it looks very much like he has a skull growing out of it(?!) Now, I’m all for personal style but that’s messed up. I’m not seeing things, right? That is a skull? Bulging underneath the skin? Ok, I admit it. I’m spooked.  How do you even DO that? If that is the case he definitely wins the most unusual look hands down (no pun intended) which is impressive as I wasn’t even taking a photograph of him but I really think he should probably be run out of town and burnt at the stake just to be on the safe side…where’s an angry mob when you need one? BURN HIM! BURN HIM! BURN HIM!

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

We share our world with two dimensional beings, looming large above us, always lurking in the corner of our eye. They want us to look at them but they make us feel inadequate. They are shiny and blemish free, we are not. They do not get tired or irritated. They are passive and perfect. Why won’t they leave us alone? What do they want from us? If we don’t notice them, they will they go away but this will not happen. Their masters know this. They put them there to bewitch us. To entice us into their worlds. We idolize them. We yearn to be them. That is why they are there. To give us something to strive towards, something to aspire to….and failing that, cos that’s like really hard and stuff…to make us go and buy whatever crap they are promoting in the hope it might make us feel better. It won’t. Well, maybe for a minute or two…

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london