The heading of this post is somewhat superfluous bearing in mind this bridge. In April 2014 I took this picture from more or less the same spot, one of the touristic epicentres of London, and so not at all what it used to be in my youth etc. etc. when Camden was the place to come for your cheap, punk clothing.
The first act of my Easter break has been spent in London, and the first part of that, in Camden Town, shopping; it does happen, you know. Was keen to get a shot that got beyond the ‘Google Street View’ aesthetic and thus save the blog from deteriorating into the everyday banality that I suspect is never far away.
I observed this guy for a good 20 minutes while having a pint in the pub nearby, he was handing out flyers and holding a placard for a nearby tattoo parlour — like most people make a snap decision to go and have a tattoo. Perhaps for this reason he looked thoroughly fed up with his job, but I do like this one moment, with his eyes closed and earphones in he looks momentarily off in a world that is more his own.
Being 42 