Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights
A collection of nightlife shots bathed in deep red light this week. Nothing really to report other than I am relentlessly drawn to red and black and seek them out in almost all areas of my existence. It is something fundamental. The attraction is deep rooted. I do not really need to understand why. I am happy for it just to be that way but our personal gravitation towards certain colours is indefinable and also somewhat inescapable. It is as if we are already hard wired that way. For me, red is the colour that makes everything more appealing to my eyes. And it makes everything that little bit cooler too. Warmer but cooler. A winning combination. I am sure there is a biological explanation or a formative memory that instilled it in me but I don’t really want to know as it would take away the mystique which is what it brings in the first place. Sometimes knowledge can get in the way of primal feelings and we don’t need to understand why everything is the way it is. Sometime we need to just let things be. Mysteries are the gaps in our comprehension but it is the gaps I wish to live in, that is where the real substance of life is. In the things we do not know. Not the things we do…