London town

My old town, now a dusty memory.

Sometimes I dream about London and when I wake up I┬ámiss it’s colours and smells.

These ones are from my little medium format box I smuggled once into an office.


1pm piccadilly circus

the queue in the piccadilly circus tesco looks dreadful. i bump into tourists, madmen. this place is mad. epileptic advertisement screens seduce people like moths. i wonder why. i wish i could look at this place and see what you see. i guess i’m too busy standing in the queue.