There is a number of different reactions strangers can surprise you with when they suddenly see your camera is pointed in their direction: You might get passionately yelled or grinned at, asked whether a few clicks on Photoshop could possibly turn them into Jude Law’s brother or Kate Middleton herself, whereas others decide to distract from themselves and hold something else towards the lens instead.
When I went to Brixton on Sunday without an awful lot of expectations, the faces of a few merchants from Brixton Market suddenly lit up when they spotted the camera and repeatedly asked to have their photo taken. To be precise, they wanted their chickens’ photo. It so happens that dead chicken or fish aren’t the most aesthetic objects, so be warned.
These photos have a bit of a documentary character and although I’ve never not paid attention to making things look pretty, giving the photos that raw street touch was refreshingly different. Do I sound like a rapper now? Anyway, urban galleries seem to, too. I’ve recently been more likely to find a photo of a dark alley in Soho that’s covered in dirt and rubbish than a fancy landscape shoot from a New Zealand coast that comes close to juxtapositional perfection. Who knows, the dark wonders of the subways in Elephant & Castle might be the next project.
But before I ring up my fellow gangster hood, you need to find out about Brixton Village: It is the complete opposite of the rather rough market scenes on Electric Avenue. It’s filled with independent little cafés who turn into communal living rooms on weekends (no better place to read your Sunday paper), window displays with cheesy red hearts all over and it’s also home to the legendary Honest Burgers. You should however also check out the coolest club in town: The South London Procrastinators Club. The exhibition is on until March 10, so hurry up!