Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

This guy is by a landslide the toughest person I’ve ever seen on a mobility vehicle. I had seen him quite a bit around our area but was actually a bit scared taking his picture. I don’t know why, its not like he’s going to catch me…I just think when I looked at him I saw his younger self, all spit and rage on a revved up motorbike, still with the same mohawk and head tats but clad in leather, with a biker chick on the back. He was essentially doing the same thing as he had probably always done…just a lot slower…and without the biker chick. 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london  

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

And so this concludes builder week (apart from a minor space disco interlude) – what is it about men in luminous jackets? I guess they just really stand out for me…drum roll puh-leeasse…

This picture has also been added to the gallery “dead in the mincers” – please click here to view

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

This week features people caught in R.S.P – Random Synchronised Positioning (yes, I did just make that up ). Every now and again chaos appears to have order but it is just an illusion, albeit a aesthetically pleasing one…

This picture has also been added to the gallery “Dead in the Mincers” – please click here to view

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london  

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london  

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london 

All the pictures from this week were taken within minutes of each other as I waited outside Evans for my girlfriend to make a purchase which took like for-eva because there was a whole thing with the till receipt and they had to get the manager who was on the phone and blah di blah di blah…I was instantly bored waiting and then I started to look around and the longer I was there the less bored I got. Its amazing what you can see in London when you stand still.  

I saw people in love, I saw people who hated each other – some were trying to hide it, some not. I saw busy bees and lost souls. Sparks of youth and decrepit old age. I saw every conceivable different type of character from every walk of life, some happy in their skin, some not. When my girlfriend finally emerged I was kind of sad to leave. In London you’re so busy bombing around you don’t realise that the less you move, the more you will observe. I guess I could start loitering outside Evans but that just seems weird but next time I’m stuck somewhere I might just not care. I might even be happy about it.

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london