Here are some more shambolic amateur film photos. They all share a desire to cut out the concrete monoliths of London, so I suppose that’s what this post is about. I like to seek out places that preserve what I think of as the true London – the city of Georgian brickwork, of musty, blackened facades and rickety Victorian buildings.
It is the true London, because it is the abiding London, the London that will outlast the faux-artistic claims of the shallow concrete that lines the Thames. It is not enough to be smart and creative; architecture and town-planning must inspire, make you feel the need to stretch. It is yoga for the perceptive system.
This is not photography for hispters and connoisseurs. In fact nothing I do is for you, if you think you know everything already. I am just a guy who walks around London with a camera. I try to reshape the world the way I rather it was, instead of the blasting, philistinic, traffic-crammed, screeching world that I have to face every day. The simple frame of a film camera allows me to do that in a shoddy sort of way.