Brick Lane Saturdays
Before the utter madness of the last Saturday, I spent a relatively sedate weekend in the company of my friends Hanson and Jeni. When I lived in Hackney, a jaunt down to Brick Lane was almost a weekend standard. There are three of my favourite vintage shops in the world there. Yes, in the world. By the time I left the capital it felt mundane, a little jaded. Now I can’t get enough. I marvel at the hipsters like the tourist I have become. I’m sure many marvel at my own hipster tendencies. Thats all fine, I am happy to be part of the melting pot of self expression. I consume the giant squelchy salt beef bagels like my last supper, dribbling mustard and gherkin juice down my chin in gay abandon.
For those of you who have seen the picture of me in my book in the huge sequined ball gown (in the 50’s section) that is what is in the classy dalston-moving-special bag. I lost it, and it was found again. I had to pay a reward, but I got it back.
I am not a photographer so this picture blog is thanks to Hanson. There are a million photographers in London, so here is why you should hire him. He is great at event, product and portrait.
“As a lover of the past with a great appreciation of history, I take my inspiration from an era when the photographer was himself a glamorous part of the photographic process. I strive to use manual equipment that makes the photographer work more in tune with his camera and the art of creating photographs. I want to capture the glamour and the gritty realism of today, with the same authenticity that was evident in the great photographers of the earlier years. To achieve this, I use vintage cameras and lenses, as well as the best of handcrafted modern camera equipment.”