The weekly update from Brick Lane: This week, large numbers of police show up mid-morning and bust all the street sellers, forcing them to pack up and leave. Tickets were written, shoppers were disappointed, and young sellers simply moved further into Shoreditch, to another empty spot of pavement. I was "forced" to browse in some of the many other markets and flea market-esque spaces instead of merely walking down Brick Lane. However, by the time three or four hours had passed, everything was back to normal.
Brick Lane has great details, in terms of streetlamps, little gates, and other ornate decoration. I think every time I walk along the lane, I see something new, something I haven't noticed before.
This was one of the markets that branched off Brick Lane. It was filled with everything one could possibly want, from batteries (I bought some for fifty pence) to records to bicycles to winter coats.
After I bought my batteries, I was armed and ready to photograph the Sunday morning. These two friends wore an interesting array of colours and textures, which all seemed to work together beautifully and not look schizophrenic at all.
I looked closer, and realized one of the girls had literally hundreds of gold-brass bobby-pins in her hair-- it was almost as if they were jewelry.
I liked the way that this woman's colour-block sweatshirt looked against the backdrop of graffiti.
This one street-seller had massive amounts of colourful candy-- it took all my strength to walk away without buying any.
There's always music along Brick Lane, and the soundtrack to the street, as I like to think of it, changes constantly as you walk, with each musician or band acoustically dominating different sections of the lane.
I'm glad I was able to capture these two people as they walked (conveniently right in front of some additional graffiti that I was trying to shoot).
Another of the markets was in an old warehouse or manufacturing facility, which huge, tall ceilings, exposed brick and metal, and large windows.
There were little stalls set up along the edges of the walls, each tended by their respective owner (each with seemingly requisite quirky character and personal style).
There was so much clothing and shoes and accessories-- I wasn't able to take it all in, there was too much.
This is my favorite picture of the day, I think. This fellow was wearing a top hat, the final jaunty dash to a truly stylish outfit.
This market must be for regulars. All the owners seemed to know each other, enjoying each other's company with much chat and gossip as curious visitors milled around, looking at the various wares.
It was like being in an attic or a treasure chest.
One of the gates off Brick Lane.
The scene of the (more) amateur street sellers.
These people are constantly coming and going with their objects for sale, lugging large suitcases and setting up shop along the road.
I liked the plaid coat of this guy--and the way his red hair jarred against it with a different hue.
So many bicycles. This woman's leggings were quirky and looked warm.
On my way back, I noticed that the graffiti I had photographed earlier (http://alexmh-in-london.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-october-2009-brick-lane.html) had been painted over.
I suppose that's the danger of graffiti-- it will almost always be covered by another's art (unless, perhaps, you're BANKSY).
Brick Lane has great details, in terms of streetlamps, little gates, and other ornate decoration. I think every time I walk along the lane, I see something new, something I haven't noticed before.
This was one of the markets that branched off Brick Lane. It was filled with everything one could possibly want, from batteries (I bought some for fifty pence) to records to bicycles to winter coats.
After I bought my batteries, I was armed and ready to photograph the Sunday morning. These two friends wore an interesting array of colours and textures, which all seemed to work together beautifully and not look schizophrenic at all.
I looked closer, and realized one of the girls had literally hundreds of gold-brass bobby-pins in her hair-- it was almost as if they were jewelry.
I liked the way that this woman's colour-block sweatshirt looked against the backdrop of graffiti.
This one street-seller had massive amounts of colourful candy-- it took all my strength to walk away without buying any.
There's always music along Brick Lane, and the soundtrack to the street, as I like to think of it, changes constantly as you walk, with each musician or band acoustically dominating different sections of the lane.
I'm glad I was able to capture these two people as they walked (conveniently right in front of some additional graffiti that I was trying to shoot).
Another of the markets was in an old warehouse or manufacturing facility, which huge, tall ceilings, exposed brick and metal, and large windows.
There were little stalls set up along the edges of the walls, each tended by their respective owner (each with seemingly requisite quirky character and personal style).
There was so much clothing and shoes and accessories-- I wasn't able to take it all in, there was too much.
This is my favorite picture of the day, I think. This fellow was wearing a top hat, the final jaunty dash to a truly stylish outfit.
This market must be for regulars. All the owners seemed to know each other, enjoying each other's company with much chat and gossip as curious visitors milled around, looking at the various wares.
It was like being in an attic or a treasure chest.
One of the gates off Brick Lane.
The scene of the (more) amateur street sellers.
These people are constantly coming and going with their objects for sale, lugging large suitcases and setting up shop along the road.
I liked the plaid coat of this guy--and the way his red hair jarred against it with a different hue.
So many bicycles. This woman's leggings were quirky and looked warm.
On my way back, I noticed that the graffiti I had photographed earlier (http://alexmh-in-london.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-october-2009-brick-lane.html) had been painted over.
I suppose that's the danger of graffiti-- it will almost always be covered by another's art (unless, perhaps, you're BANKSY).
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