Smartphone
Location checked. Messages sent. Drinks arranged, admirers poked and sneaky glances framed. Photos liked and stalkers blocked. 367 friends amassed.
Here I am, connected. Location: Wardour Street, Soho, London.
Caller, ID In a time before voicemail unattended phones rang unanswered, and penniless callers remained unheard. But loud voices, unchecked in their opinions, were well recorded.
Hacking habits of a colder age. Location: Mitte, Berlin.
Some quiet place
Flustered afternoon crowds hunt for half-price deals and scream for special offers. Strained voices rise in a hurried urban symphony: ”How much? … this much? .. too much!”
On one deserted side street, a man finds silence. Location: La Rambla, Barcelona.
Trendy
It’s a season of luscious colours, chunky coats, strange hats, pointy shoes and giant bags. Something labelled, something cheap – and the accessories! Got to hit the shops.
The spine-chilling war cries of suburbia. Location: Calle de Hortaleza, Madrid.
Sangria
Major monuments – checked. Trendy art gallery – visited. Local delicacies – sampled. What else is there to see? What landmark have we missed? Let’s discuss it over a Sangria, or two, or three.
Blurry-eyed, we finally cease to be tourists. Location: Barri Gotic, Barcelona.
Sunday Afternoon
The neighbours’ kids are playing football. Somewhere, a blaring TV interrupts the quiet siesta. A tame winter’s afternoon sun inspires long walks to coffee shops and lazy conversations.
Let’s go al fresco. Location: Gran Via, Madrid.
Prizewinner Plot twists and clever references. Believable characters, snappy dialogue, sharp observations and subtle metaphors. 80,000 arresting words carefully crafted and crisply edited.
And now, one man’s imagination. Location: The Book Club, Shoreditch, London.
Our Lady Crusty gargoyles protect and purify the dusty space, where local stone and ancient toil rise to form a pleasing edifice. Across the road, a modern temple sings of happy shoppers and shiny progress.
The making of a fashionable fresco. Location: Eglise de Notre-Dame, Geneva.
Italian Love Affair Double-shot, skinny, wet and extra hot, with a pretty clover leaf and sprinkling of chocolate on top. Some musings, a dash of dirty gossip and a casual passer by complete the cast.
A foursome appears, and vanishes. Location: The Strand, London.
Night Bus
Clunky fortress surrounded by changing light. 40-something acquiescent souls, some frivolous, some profound. 20 minutes ETA.
Longing for a quiet night. Location: Charing Cross Road, London.
Smoke Break
A nervous client and looming deadline. 194 emails and a quick lunch between meetings. Just enough time to light up and reflect in brief respite.
Transient pavement fantasies. Location: Calle de Barceló, Madrid
August
Four solid sun-drenched weeks. A well-heeled tapestry of designer shades, Perrier water, airport novels and coconut oil. Bourgeois icons mix with the signs of alternative culture.
The street speaks, uncensored. Location: Old Town, Ibiza
Alpha Male
Old scars mingle with new luxury, where once a city lay divided. He surveys the quiet autumnal street where, across the road, chilly tourists drink frothy, steaming Milchkaffee.
His retro moustache twitches. Location: Checkpoint Charlie, Berlin.
Submission The narrow street fills with impatient traffic and the rustle of tireless warriors invading tiny shops. Furred señoras, trendy kids and wannabes march in unison, their quest still unfulfilled.
Few find solace in enough. Location: Tribunal, Madrid.
Step by Step Tyranny speaks in over-saturated colours, where the two-dimensional icons of one orthodoxy meet briefly with the living symbol of another.
They part, without comprehension. Location: Wall Museum, Berlin.
Stefan, I took the time to see the pictures you’re taken. I love some of them (nbrs. 1,2, 8 (our lady)
My brother is a photographer and also is my niece (she’s living on the island of Bali).
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Stefan, I took the time to see the pictures you’re taken. I love some of them (nbrs. 1,2, 8 (our lady)
My brother is a photographer and also is my niece (she’s living on the island of Bali).
Hi Joyce – thanks so much for taking the time to look at them, and I’m glad you have some favourites?
Does your brother or niece have websites? Would love to look at their work