Christian Grey ain’t got nothing on sexy city London.
These are the last London pics, I promise.
Also, no more home-scanning..
I wish I had a darkroom.
During my trip to London I also shot some film, on my favorite camera (Canon A1). These are low-budget photos, with A(nonymous) having my out of date film developed for free (thank you!) and my crappy cheap ass scanner with film-scanning-capabilities but not really scanning it very poorly (Thank you too but in a slightly more sarcastic way). I’ve come to realize they might as well be some random Instagram shots taken by a 2-year old with an iPad bigger than himself randomly selecting filters by licking the touchscreen. But they’re not, okay! These pictures were created involving complicated chemical processes such as electromagnetic waves in the form of light vs sensitive silver-halide crystals which then are developed and fixed and all that forming this tiny plastic band of pictures, which is impossible to grab without leaving disgustingly big fingerprints on, and me screaming at my scanner asking it why it hates me and leaves these annoying stripes on the images and then crying because the tinywiny dust on the scanner now makes it look like I had a terrible dandruff problem while shooting the great city of London.
So yeah, hopefully you’ll enjoy these more than I did.
The Spire – The Stiletto in the Ghetto – The Nail in the Pale – The Pin in the Bin
Waterponies I think is what they call these.
The beer is just some hobby, their real passion is in the gating business.
Imagine what the priest looks like.
I just like this, okay!
Well fuck you too, art.
St Kevin’s Graveyard – not too shabby.
Saint Kevin’s Church – A bit shabby.
Round tower of Glendalough. Don’t know what it was for, but then again neither does history so there.
Lower Lake (or as I accidentally called it: Downer Lake)
Above one stone doorway is an inscription scratched by a former prisoner: “Beware the Risen People who have Harried and Held, Ye that have Bullied and Bribed.” Those words were penned by Padraig Pearse, one of the authors of the Irish Proclamation of Freedom announced on April 24, 1916. Their armed resistance in Dublin ultimately led to the creation of the modern Irish state. (Yes, some actual real interesting information for ya!)
This is the place where James Connolly was executed. James Connolly was an Irish republican and socialist leader. He was born in the Cowgate area of Edinburgh, Scotland, to Irish immigrant parents and spoke with a Scottish accent throughout his life. He left school for working life at the age of 11, but became one of the leading Marxist theorists of his day. He also took a role in Scottish and American politics. He was executed by a British firing squad because of his leadership role in the Easter Rising of 1916.
(ALL THIS STUFF I’M TEACHING YOU, CAN YOU FEEL YOUR BRAIN GROWING?!)
Hi, I’m the East wing of Kilmainham Gaol. You might remember me from such movies as: The Italian Job, In The Name Of The Father and The Escapist. (Or from the famous music video of U2 where Bono is all ready to go horseback riding, spent ages on his outfit but can’t find his horse anywhere and for some reason is hoping to find it inside the jail looking around all panicky and The Edge also seems very upset but then Bono eventually realizes he’s being silly and goes outside where he actually finds his horse and he and his mates have a lovely day out destroying buildings and putting them on fire.)
Tried some car-photography during my trip as well. Not quite there yet.
They’re not lying when they say ‘Family Butchers’. (Find the real butcher!)
I like light.
Molly Malone – The Tart with the Cart – The Dish with the Fish – The Trollop with the Scallop(s) – The Dolly with the Trolley – The Flirt with the Skirt or as I like to call her: Statue.
I like reflecting light.
The Quare in the Square – The Fag on the Crag
Oscar Wilde gettin’ his swag on.
Irish humour (It’s a part of a statue about the famine)
(yes it’s selective colouring, big whoop, wanna fight about it?)
Sunny Summerhouse (IN WINTER!)
It’s nice, but it’s no Lightning World.
View from the hotel room.
Irish love arches.
Just some pictures of my trip to the city of London to visit two of my favourite people in the world (Anna and Bill Bailey).
TO THE BATMO… I mean TRAINS
Shut up, tree. Don’t tell me what to do.
It’s one of them towers. You know, those towers that are famous for .. eh.. towering.
It might look new, but the Shard is actually 900 years old.
View from the third floor of the building in which there is a room where it rains everywhere except on you and there is a 4-hour queue for it and there’s also a garden but it’s in the inside of the building and in the garden it doesn’t rain at all but still plants grow there.
Isn’t it a beauty? (HEHEHE)
Nicely lit alleyway
An even nicelier littier alleywayer
… in which they have a retro clock with my face on it! CRAZY HUH!
Sir John Soane’s House. Creepy guy looking out window included for free.
I don’t know. Make your own joke.
The Royal Gardenshed
British love them arches
View from boat