Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
The dutiful girlfriend waited…I guess she was worried about leaving him there…unattended…without a lock.
The weird world of the weally wealthy – yes, its another posh art doo at the annual opening of the Serpentine Pavillion where there seems to be only one remit – whatever you do, whatever you wear…just get noticed. Subtlety and style should always be sacrificed for visibility.
God, I hate these people…
Wealthy only this way…vaguely famous over there…art tarts and liggers that way…stupidly loaded over here…
Of all the people I could bring I brought you..and you brought those hideous tights..I can barely eat this soft-shell crab in tamarind sauce without wanting to vomit all over them…
Can I get down now please? I don’t like it here…
I apparently knocked two people out of the way to get this picture…think I’m really starting to get into this pap thing…I just feel like I belong amongst famous folk..they’re just so..umm…famousy.
The competition for most ridiculous outfit was hotly contested…
Without a bold look to garner attention this magnate-looking man took to the empty dancefloor, forcing people to stare with a slightly painful display of dad dancing…
Salmon and egg served in a jar which when sprung open released a puff of steam – and i thought vol a vonts were posh…
Yes I seem to be the most famous person here…oh bollocks..
A tough gig for Finlay as the guests struggled to look up from their iphones…
Others were just too focussed on holding their most flattering pose…
…and others just couldn’t bear that someone was getting more attention than them and took drastic measures to claw back the limelight…
This gentleman seemed happy in the knowledge that he was probably the richest person there…
Oh, yeah and there was some art there too…which may or may not have been noticed…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
I pretended to be taking a general picture of the park but he knew what I was doing…he just couldn’t prove it. Its possible he had seen me run in front of him to get the shot…I had to photograph him…last of the Medallion Men..a truly rare sighting (unless you happen to live in Miami or the 70s)….it was like spotting a unicorn…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Someone has turned this tree into a chair..or is it a chair that has been turned into a tree? Maybe this is a GM furniture crop designed to help combat the global depletion of umm..chairs…or maybe its to reduce Ikea’s monopoly…don’t flat pack it…just sow and grow your own…you might start to see computer desks and billy bookcases springing up all over the place…or is it a new government initiative to help the unfit have somewhere to rest on their way to the shops…or maybe, I don’t have a clue what it is…anyone got any ideas? the winning entry will receive a lifetime supply of grow-your-own plasma tvs…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
It has become a tradition to show London from above on the centenary editions of #MYLDN which technically means I have only done it once before but tradition has to start somewhere, right? Being able to occasionally look down on the sprawling mass of the city and see it for the giant ant colony brings a perspective only hinted at on the ground. We are tiny creatures surrounded by large objects that seem to multiply and grow around us. As the city expands we shrink, as the population swells we disappear. We become invisible. We are the vanishing millions of London. Can you see us?