Summer in the city is not my ideal mode d’être, but spring in the city – that I’ll take. I adore those brisk, breezy noons where the world feels brand new again and even amidst the steel and glass of the metropolis, the air smells like soil freshly sowed. Those days when scarves must be fastened tightly around the neck to keep out the wind, the season unfurling slowly and deliberately, the release of a tightly coiled spring.
This particular Saturday feels a lifetime ago, though it was only the beginning of May. A rare weekend day in the city with a pair of oldest, dearest friends. Raised on the periphery of the capital, the South Bank was our go-to downtown hangout as teenagers and I still hold a soft spot for the place – for its pleasingly familiar mélange of brutalist architecture, cultural offerings and excellent coffee. It’s easy to forget in the haste of moving from A to B, weekday woes and commuter chaos, that we live in a world-class city. The South Bank always reminds me of that.
(photos) with a D5100 and 35mm lens | London | May 2015
P.S. There’s an excellent interactive exhibition about immigration at the Southbank Centre showing until September – ‘Adopting Britain’ – that is really worth a visit.