Brighton, UK: Street Peeps.

A couple of weeks ago I was in Brighton, UK. Nice place. Nice accents. Subtle, smooth and refined. Just english enough, not too English. The week before I was in Canterbury. That was even more smooth, like royalty whispering sweet nothings to you while you sleep. The week before that I was in Liverpool and that was like walking into another language entirely. I had to switch my brain into accent mode to understand what anyone was saying. Heavy r’s, distorted inflection and brutal spittle-infused sentences.

Here are some photos I took wandering the streets of Brighton. The train station, the famous Brighton Pier (birthplace of fish and chips), and general street existence.

 

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Homeward Bound In Gothenburg, Sweden.

Sometimes taking photos of people on the street is hard. It’s too much trouble, I’m projecting the wrong energy, I feel like I’m in people’s faces in a bad way. When someone asks you to delete a photo or not take a photo, you have to oblige. A smile and a nod goes a very long way to calming people if they feel intruded upon, and the only thing you can do is be accommodating to their feelings. Public spaces are by nature public, but they can also be very intimate and personal places for the people in them. The relationship between a public space and it’s inhabitants fascinates me. The way people choose to interact with each other (or not) is exemplified on public transport, where people are forced to cohabitate with strangers for a set duration of time, sometimes with their bodies at a set distance from each other, in a predetermined location. This photo set was taken over an hour near the Central Station in Gothenburg, Sweden, and they are mostly about people going home or going out. Friends and strangers, together and alone, in any they combination with which they are comfortable.

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Angkor Wat’s Real Hustlers. Travel Photo #105.

The Angkor Wat experience starts at 5am, when your pre-booked taxi or tuktuk leaves your hotel and rushes through the cool Cambodian air towards the city of ruins. We arrive on site at around 5:45am, after getting our tickets punched at the gate and picking up a map to the expansive complex.

We filed in through the entrance to the first temple in darkness, torch in hand and camera close. Any illusions of getting this place to ourselves by being early are quickly dispelled as the crowds build.

We arrived at Angkor Wat before dawn, along with a couple thousand other tourists. Sunrise is the prime time for views like this. The classic ‘red ball sunrise’ shot didn’t appear this morning, but there were still nice photos and views to be had.

 

It’s difficult to detach yourself from tourist mode when you’re surrounded by many people with cameras, all flashing away. People get competitive, pushy, all jostling to get the best little patch of grass to catch a photo that may or may not even be there for the taking.

 

The best thing you can do is either get right in there yourself, pushing and shoving, or just back off. Getting halfway involved is frustrating because you’ll just get beaten by more competitive people. I chose to back off and observe, because frankly at 6am I was not in the mood.

It did allow me access to photos like this though, and to be honest I don’t care much for totally picturesque sunrises and other things of that ilk. I didn’t have a tripod, I didn’t have the patience. I did enjoy taking photos of people though, and angles that may have been out of the ordinary.

Gotta get the angles, gotta get the best angles. MUST GET THE BEST ANGLE. GOTTA SHOW MY GOOD SIDE.

So how was the photo? Maybe she’s already tweeting or snapchatting it. That’d be… sad. Or funny. Or something.

 

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Vince

 

 

Protesters Of Phnom Penh, Set 2. Travel Photos #101.

These are other shots from the protests described in my previous post. More groups of people in this set than the previous one, which focused more on individuals. Witnessing the passion of these people affected me for days afterwards.

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Vince