Humans of London

London measures its heartbeat by the amount of Tweets sent in a day. This guy was so engrossed in his phone, he didn’t even notice me taking his picture.

Despite it being two days before Halloween, The London Dungeon was quiet. This lady beckoned in anyone with half a head turned. I went in.

At the Camden Passage Antiques Market, the vendors are as cloistered as their dusty brass. This was the only one who would let me take his photograph.

I found a spot on the concrete sidewalk on the South Bank of The Thames. I waited for something to happen. This guy happened.

In search of new books and old vinyl on Brick Lane.

Busking for business is a tough life in the capital city. A few minutes after taking this shot, this man was ushered away by a policewoman.

On days when there was sun (very few), sunset over the city was the best time to be about. This woman took it as an opportunity to stretch her legs along the locks around Camden.

‘Ah to be young!’ I thought. Oh wait, I am. I spent a few minutes hanging out with these guys after taking their photo just outside Camden Lock Market.

I’ve always wondered if art is better digested alone or in company. I waited for this room in the Tate Modern, London’s largest post-modern art gallery, to clear so that I could capture it in isolation. I love this shot.

But then this happened – a couple sharing perspective. It was strangely romantic.

It was all kitchen non-confidential as I was allowed ‘backstage’ at Gordon Ramsay’s Union Street Restaurant in Southwark to chat to, and photograph, head chef Davide Degiovanni.

In Covent Garden, the street performers live solely on tips. I caught this pic of a kid trying (really hard) to take ‘a fiver’ from him.

This picture, taken in Hyde Park, instantly reminded of Alfred Hitchcock’s film The Birds. I’m still not sure what the man in the background was doing, but if it was stalking, he was doing a terrible job.

I met some of the friendliest people in Greenwich. Here, a girl selling bread at Greenwich Market, let me take her picture.

‘Speak to my agent’ said this guy jokingly as I snapped him hurrying past one of London’s iconic red telephone boxes in Greenwich. Looking at it now, he kind of looks like he could be famous. A stumpy Marlon Brando, maybe.

This has got to be my favourite shot. I was doing some long exposures of Tower Bridge, missing my girlfriend back home, when I saw a couple kissing a few metres to my left. Hesitantly, I asked them if they wouldn’t mind kissing a few steps to the right. It turned out it was a South African couple on their anniversary. I sent them this image as a gift.

I caught these two vendors having a small debate behind the counter of their confectionary wagon at the Spitalfields Market in the London Borough of Tower Hamlets. One of them (you can guess which one) had misplaced the money box.

Food vendors are a dime a dozen at the Camden Lock Market and competition is fierce. This guy was shaving pounds of his taco prices almost every minute. I eventually bought a pot of noodles from the stall next door for £1. Sorry buddy.

Forget Harrods or Cool Britannia, The Trocadero in Piccadilly Circus is where you’ll smash a bargain on any souvenirs. These two just wanted to be famous.

I love little moments like these: Charles Darwin looks down in despair as this modern-day ‘genius’ descends the stairs at the Natural History Museum in Kensington, glued to her phone. She made it down safely. I kinda wished she hadn’t (I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person).

London’s museums are littered with people, and they’re not just tourists. Locals and students spend hours there. This girl had been inside the Victoria & Albert museum for an entire morning, sketching a bust.

Once the hunting ground of King Henry VIII, Hyde Park today lends itself to less brutal disciplines, like rollerblading. Aside from nailing the slalom, this girl was also pretty good at dodging stray dogs.

Greenwich Market was by far my favourite market in London. Perhaps it was just a quiet day that I was there, but it has a sort of calmness to it that comes through in this image of an art vendor biding his time between customers.

Like New Yorkers, every Londoner will tell you where to find the best coffee in the city. I snapped this image of one of the baristas at Monmouth Coffee near Borough Market. I’d heard it was, you guessed it, ‘the best coffee shop in London’.

Squirrels welcome anyone who wanders through St James’s Park. I spent a few hours in the park waiting to capture the perfect moment (and wondering why the spelt St James’s with an apostrophe and two esses).

In London, if you wait long enough something odd WILL happen in front of you. It’s what I love most about the city, or any big city really. I spent two hours inside Liverpool Street Station photographing people alight The Tube, when this happened: man and pigeon waiting for the same train.

The inevitable selfie. After roaming the streets of Greenwich with my camera under an umbrella I found an old-school barber shop and caught myself in one of its mirrors.