How many eccentricities make up one street? How many quirks of colour and situation, proximity and juxtaposition, contrast and comparison can one find in a single afternoon? What does it take to define a street in only a handful of pictures?
Sometimes the narrator needs to quieten down and let the imagery weave the spell, let imagination do its turn…because sometimes, the truth is so strange that nothing could be too far from it.
How many stories can you weave through these images?
Spot the fake
Nothing Edwardian about the bike, Sir
Five hats and a pout
What is the probability of so many quirks
gathering on one street and be captured in the space of one hour in one afternoon? And what does that say about the street? You tell me. As I said, I’m taking the backseat on this one.