Having taken a large amount of the photos for the series 'Watch' around the Fitzrovia area, I wanted to refresh the idea. Keeping some elements that worked and ditching the ones that didn't. Also considering the time gap since I last photographed on the streets of london, a lot has changed.
The fashion, the shops, the road layout. Me. (My camera)
All was different, and all these differences lay before me ready to be used and manipulated.
I have always been fascinated with light, and how it reflects, refracts and passes through objects. I found myself hunting for the best pieces of light to capture the crowd and the individual. As the sun was setting, I had to keep my practice in flux as it got lower, looking not only for the golden beams streaming between buildings, but also reflecting off the windows and fascias. This kept me fresh and on the go. Forever moving until the last drop of light had been milked dry and dusk set in leaving an anticlimactic flat light to London... but only till the city lights up for the night.
The city is beautiful, so are it's people. As long as the sun is shining, I could spend days just walking and watching the light kiss its citizens as they go through life. Some rattle like a freight train, others ebb like a gentle stream. A photograph holds, the moving bodies and freezes them, a single moment, and holds it above the ones that precede and follow it, for it is now forever.
Five photograph's from Fitzrovia:
P.S. I had rather long conversation with the clown, his name is Alex, if you ever see him, say hello.
