Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
a proper random selection this week…well..ish. In some ways the only thing the subject’s have in common is me. I noticed them amongst the crowd. My eye is often drawn towards the unusual, something that stands out, something that compels me to take their photograph. Something I can’t quite let go. It could be their face, their outfit, the pose they are in but when I look closely into their eyes I always see more.
Something under the surface. A story they are trying to hide. I couldn’t possibly have noticed it at first glance but our brains absorb so much on an unconscious level it is possible I felt some underlying emotion emanate from them that made me want to capture them, more than what initially saw on the surface. Something deep, guarded from the world yet which somehow is revealed by the camera.
When you look at a photograph you stop time. It allows you to see what people spend their whole lives trying to disguise…their feelings. This for me is the beauty and power of photography. Selfies not included.