I was miserable and heartbroken while I was in London. Sometimes people just don’t have enough balls to tell you the truth. Ugh. So I roamed the streets zombielike and shot with my camera a lot. Now I feel stable enough to dig those archive and cleanse it from pictures of people I don’t need in my life, no, thank you very much. Instead I’d like to collect good memories and pictures from those days. It seems I made quite a lot of interesting pictures. London is shameless model. And I was a shameless photographer as well. When you are shallowe and suffering as hell you don’t actually care if street-folk sees you making pictures of them. Most of Londoners didn’t give a fuck themselves anyway. It was fruitful combination.
Bookstore were like meditation centers for me. I didn’t have much money, but most money were spent guess where? In the bookstores of course. Here in this store somewhere in Camden I got a used copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values by Robert M. Pirsig.