Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
I stopped to take a picture because the stern-looking woman looked as still and expressionless as the mannequins behind her. I was wearing a hoodie as it was freezing and I think she thought I was going to storm the store so she ever so gently locked the door and positioned herself in front of it. To her I was street scum and walking down the ridiculously ostentatious Sloane Street I kind of felt like one. Maybe she thought I was a crim casing the joint. I felt like saying..do you think there is anything in your poncy store that I would actually want? Designer glitz ain’t for everyone dah-ling…
pompous old cunt.