There Are No Strangers In Chinatown When the dusk and night dwellers Come to roost on the club’s high stools The streets and alleys are rivers and oceans Where the fish fret and glitter Gorging themselves on whitebait And the lovers pray every night That tomorrow will never come… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Saturday Night street photography is like astronomy Comets and shooting stars on collision course We crash in flames in the vacuum of oblivion A burning picture as the token of last and lost memories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
No mask can hide the inner radiance of beauty Haphazard meetings in the Chinatown alleys Even on rainy days there will be sun rays Things that masks and man-made fears can never hide Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
They say an image is worth a thousand words But how much is worth the caption that comes below This is the chicken and egg situation that befalls the beholder Youth crossing the Charing Cross Bridge on Jubilee Day As long as the bridge stands no grass is greener on the other side I presume… […]
A subtitle if not substitute to the proxy hunger games Five guys and two burgers Non fungible food will soon be served By coincidence or mere concupiscence Of the billionaire masters of Great Reset The war on obesity will be harsh But for the sake of our own good As defined by the handlers of […]
“Listen to me son, one day, all this will be yours”… Such were the words of a silent prophecy on Piccadilly You could feel the earth moving under your feet And the chasm between two worlds growing As East moves ahead further from the West We can either wave our handkerchiefs Or roll-up our sleeves… […]
Cornucopia soon to be erased from the G six seven eight menu Social distancing is just a few steps away from famine Yet laid-back governors party in their locked-down mansions Austerity is the mask of the forthcoming recession Brothers in arms, kind of McClowns on steroids Happy meals will come as NFTs only From proxy […]
Crowds milling around Knightsbridge Station Like glittery goldfish in a feeding frenzy Bags of bounty from Harvey Nichols or Harrods Cute raiders flash their trophies Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Life is a Jigsaw puzzle and a Matryoshka Everything is contained inside It comes with so many different pieces We play the game with our own rules But in the end we always lose We keep betting against the odds Drowning at the river of our lost dreams… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Elbowing through the flow On the Saturday Night Soho Sea Faces bobbing on human waves One looking like a young BoJo Tides rise and ebb away… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery