Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…
Being in another city’s underground transport system is like being in a parallel universe, very similar yet eerily different…I felt strangely at home yet curiously displaced. The buskers were better, it seemed a bit more reliable, it was shitloads cheaper but reassuringly no-one looked you in the eye..its good to know its not just London commuters who will keep their gaze fixed on anything but the people they’re surrounded by. It must be something to do with being underground that brings out the unfriendly in everyone…if the human race has to live beneath the surface cos of some apocalyptic nucleaur holocaust or some hideous pandemic..be prepared for a lot of shoe gazing…