Chaos in a frame: Some amateur film photos of my life

Here are some photos I took with my film camera. These are not professional, nor are they high art, they are just street shots mostly. I have no idea what I am doing, but I like that I can frame experiences that would otherwise be chaotic, in the box of shot. It’s satisfying.


Taken on the path near my old house in New Cross. I think I just liked the old shabby rotted wood, with signs of life crawling all over of it. This was probably one of the first shots I took with my new camera. 


I can’t remember when i took this or where, but I love the little negative spaces of the city, especially when they are lined with old buildings. If it was up to the corporations these little pockets would be rammed full of concrete


A terrible beauty. There’s something unrecognisable about modern London, something which is bound to alienate everyone. At the same time, there is something beautiful about it. But it’s not real beauty, maybe just a cinematic rapture that keeps you trapped in awe. 


Taken on Hungerford Bridge. I love watching the trains grind between the pedestrian walkways. Something fascinating about being up close to moving trains like that. 


This could have been taken anytime of the day, any day of the week. The good thing about living with Frank and Kunal is that we didn’t really live by the world’s clock. We just did what we wanted when we wanted. Sometimes the music came out at 2am and by the morning a song was written. Frank was always taking the piss out of my hipster camera #socreative


My journal, filled with postcards from Edinburgh. I keep a journal, but there’s such a backlog of ideas and lines that I get lost sometimes. Plus, I can’t read my own bloody writing


St. Paul’s at night. Taken from the balcony of Tate Britain. I need to figure out proper night photography and get a decent lens in order to get the shot that I want here. But it was fun messing around


St. George’s Tower. An ugly unimpressive building, but it captivates you anyway. Something Stalinistic about it. 


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