Life, art, imitation, coincidence…

I decided not to bring my camera with me for a short journey through south-west London recently, as I thought I probably wouldn’t see much… That was a lesson learnt. This is what I saw…

Two girls in their late teens crossing the road, possibly twins or sisters, munching crisps and looking pleased as punch with themselves. They were dressed in matching white pyjamas with bright pink dressing gowns on over the top and knee-high black leather boots, each with one pyjama leg rolled up over the knee… They had the particular strut of uber-confident-we-don’t-give-a-f%ck-what-you-think-of-us-teenagers… Brilliant!

Ten minutes later, I saw an Asian man walking down the road, blowing the most sincere kisses I’ve ever seen to a woman and two young children as they stood on the balcony of a block of flats and waved back to him tearfully, like they wouldn’t see him for a very long time…

Shortly after that I saw a woman caught in a flash hail storm. She was running really fast, pumping her legs like a sprinter dipping for the line, and clutching books and papers to her chest as she lunged forward to get out of the storm. All around her on the floor, almost in slow motion, pools of hail made by the wind were circling. It looked as if she was trying to escape them.

I smiled and contemplated these three striking yet separate scenes, and the fact that I had to capture them with my mind rather than a camera, when a song from my childhood came on the radio. I recognised it instantly and nodded my head along, though I didn’t know it’s name… A DJ came on after the song had finished and said, “And that was the incomparable Roxy Music, and Pyjamarama!…” Life, art, imitation, coincidence – you couldn’t make it up…