I don’t really ‘do’ street photography. I’d like to, but like a lot of people I’m too reserved.
But sometimes up in London I’ll hang an old film camera on my hip, decided I’m going to take 36 images on the street and do it. Because let’s face it in central London, the impersonality works in your favour. Most of them are a long way short of Martin Parr, in fact they are to Martin Parr what a flint axe is to a Trident submarine. But just occasionally, I see (and photograph) something with which I’m pleased.
This is one of those photographs.