Marvellous. Someone has gone to the trouble to make POO ARTS out of a more prosaic sign on the side of a pub in Peckham. I confess it appeals to my sense of humour.
Seconds after I took this photo a man rushed out of the café. He said I’d have to give him £100 to take his photo. But I didn’t want to photograph him, only the bike. Besides, I said, I don’t make money out of doing this. I added that I’ve been photographing in Peckham for years because I love Peckham. ‘Oh, you love Peckham, that’s alright then,’ he said. Peace restored, I walked away from the upside-down tangerine bike and the land of Ozzies.
This guy is perched at the top of Rye Lane. He’s selling phone paraphernalia but what draws the eye are the watches (bleached out in the photo by the sun) studded with diamonds, rubies, emeralds. A man asks the price. They are £15 each. He examines one but doesn’t buy it.
The buses were stacked up on Rye Lane in Peckham so I had to belt along past two buses to reach the one I wanted. En route I spotted this gentleman and quickly snapped him. His stylish headdress is, I imagine, from Afghanistan. I thought about asking his permission to photograph him full-on, but buses wait for no man. As it happens the driver shut the door just as I got there and motioned for me to return to the bus-stop so I ran back there and he kindly reopened the door.