London in black and white
A travel notebook, with no couple and no plan: London on foot, from morning to night, camera always in hand.
Here too we chose black and white. London is a city of lines: red-brick facades, rows of identical white porches, the cables of its bridges, the light trails of passing cars. Without colour, the lines become the story.
The streets
An old Metropolitan Railway station, double-decker buses, black cabs gliding past white stucco houses. Victorian red-brick mansion blocks, church spires, a corner boulangerie, a road sign pointing to Brighton. And the people: a passer-by in a hat, a café half full in the middle of the afternoon.
The Thames
Towards evening the pace slows along the river. Moored houseboats, riverside street lamps, bridges mirrored in the water, new towers lighting up one after another.
The Albert Bridge, at night
The story ends on the Albert Bridge: once it lights up, it looks like a lantern hung over the Thames. Cabs cross it slowly, the lights shimmer on the water and the city, at last, stands still.
