In my first months in London I found a new friend. I had never had a friend like her before, brave and fragile at once; she had something – I don’t know how else to call it than ‘unadapted’ in the very best sense –; she clearly wasn’t mainstream. She wasn’t scared of the dark side of life, there where people may go astray. She was wonderfully imaginative and a great writer. I never fully understood her character and I sometimes feared that, however kind and generous and supportive she was, I didn’t mean as much to her as she did to me. We spent most of our Sundays together, watching films or music videos, and she would tell me these incredible stories of her life which in hindsight had been often slightly borderline. She had closed her doors to the outer world several times before I entirely lost her to depression. I was missing her for a long time and I still think of her when passing by the Hampstead pond she used to live at; I then look up to her window from which the world always looked so non-London and peaceful.

she put on her good clothes

Once there was a girl and she loved a man. They had a date next to the eight street station of the sixth avenue subway. She put on her good clothes and a new hat. Somehow he could not come. So the purpose of this picture is to show how beautiful she was. I really mean that she was beautiful. Louise Bourgeois: He disappeared into complete silence

police woman

Today I went to the Occupy London Stock Exchange protests which are part of a worldwide protest against corporate greed. I can’t remember when I last went to a demonstration and clearly, the wide presence of cameras there was something new to me – but even more, I was stunned to what extent the police became object of bold photographers, almost reversing the power game to their disadvantage. So this is how I caught this picture of a police woman.

the ring

Cities can be badly run, crime-infested, dirty and decaying. Yet many people think it worth living even in the worst of them. Why? Because, I would suggest, they have the potential to make us more complex human beings. A city is a place where people can learn to live with strangers, to enter into the experiences and interests of unfamiliar lives. Sameness stultifies the mind; diversity stimulates and expands it. The city can thus allow people to develop a richer, more complex sense of themselves. Richard Sennett: Cities Without Care Or Connection


You walked into the party / Like you were walking onto a yacht / Your hat strategically dipped below one eye / Your scarf it was apricot / You had one eye in the mirror / As you watched yourself gavotte / And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and / You’re so vain / You probably think this song is about you / You’re so vain / I’ll bet you think this song is about you / Don’t you? Don’t you? Carly Simon: You’re So Vain


How long have we known each other now? / Up to thirty years I guess / And maybe we have changed / And didn’t we see each other in the subterranean world? / And you, did you already have your headdress? -Hmm, yes / I used to dress up like a girl / And how did you ever make it back home? / I’d leave a trail of pearls. Anita Lane: Subterranean World