Where did I go for my holidays? Cuba, San Salvador, Barbados? No. I hopped on the 37 bus in Peckham and 30 minutes later disembarked in Brixton. I used to live there in the late 60s, early 70s. Then it was economically depressed but never less than colourful, edgy and the sort of place that provoked you to love it or hate it; sometimes both at the same time.
I went to Brixton yesterday and came back with a cashe of photos. It was one of those days. Not too hot, not too cold. Not too many people. Nice vibe. Light was okay. Here’s one of the snaps. Afterwards I went to see ‘Finding Vivian Maier’ at the Ritzy cinema. What a talent! As a photographer, she was in a league all her own.