in the city

last night i went out for a drink and a bite with my mate chris, who's a photographer

and two banking, city types... credit and sam.

the place we dined at was corking. not only was the food and drink top notch, but 

the other people in the place were like something out of a photo shoot.

perhaps some nathan barley types, some people who were dressed like they were

from the 1940's, some futuristic looking model-types... it was very entertaining.

sam and credit mentioned something along the lines of... you don't get such

oddly dressed people or characters in the city.

funnily enough i had a shoot in ec4 earlier that same day and afterwards i stopped

off for a flat white at a top coffee joint just near the bank of england.

while waiting for my coffee i took a photo of a city boy sitting having a drink, reading

the paper. although he was wearing a whistle, he was just as oddly or quirkily dressed

as the characters in e8 last night... check him out.

what the hell is going on with his almonds ? one purple one red !

i wonder what his story was ? was it an accident caused by careless sock pairing

at home ? or was he a bit of a maverick in the world of gentlemen's hosiery ?

a city boy trying to make a fashiony-type statement of individuality ?

by the way, i also think this photo benefits from the scene at the top...

another city type photographing his colleague with his phone as she sits

on a strangely placed chair in the corner of the lobby. 

what's going on there ? another little city mystery ?

feeling out of my element in the city, i took away my flat white and took

a drive to sunny n7... my manor.

chris: great to see you mate. it's been too long.

credit: you know you need some bespokes, don't fight it.

sam: thanks for the chips gesture. you've no idea how much i appreciated the effort.