It's the start of the Second Lockdown. For the only the second time since March I'm in the West End. I really feel I am literally going through the motions of being in the city.
Following one of my usual paths, along Piccadilly to Leicester Square and into Soho, emotionally and mentally it's not the same place. I could expect that. But the absence of its physical nature strikes me more.
Wariness of our proximity to others feels like it's becoming second nature but it's not ...natural.
The fabric of the city is beginning to rent, making manifest the mood of temporality. Don't get me wrong. Decay and renewal is part and parcel of the life of the city, a reflection of life lived. This is different.
This is more about neglect and rejection.
I've been pursuing a style of photography now called street for a number of years. A south Londoner by birth I am pre-occupied with the West End and spend too much time there taking black and white pictures on film. I nurture a hope that one day London will be recognised like Paris, New York and Tokyo as a great city of street photography but secretly like the fact that it is still the underdog. For someone who enjoys the solitary practice of his work I am surprisingly talkative about it - although not at the same time. Here's a collection of idle musings and distracting links.
These posts are a sample of my current blog PORTRAIT OF A STREET PHOTOGRAPHER. There are 10 years of posts so please visit!