Crowd
Red smoke to mark the drop zone While the ladies jostle for the throne An the crowd, like a wave that never breaks Flows with the music down the avenues Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2016 Carnival Gallery
Street photography is like angling for the goldfish Throw your line in the maelstrom of the crowd Snap a glimpse, the silvery flash of the catch As it tries to escape, you have to wade into the river Nothing will happen on the comfortable shores of platitude Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Cotton Candy, heavy haulage, all tastes served The flow on Chepstow is a constant amazement You stand against the tide until you are carried away The crowd starts milling, and suddenly it binds all the bodies together It becomes a giant slithering snake, following the whims of its own Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill […]
A chap is having an argument with two young beauties No need to wonder who won the argument it is blatant Curves, smiles and glances are powerful weapons Carnival unfurls in a long procession of minute personal events The powerful crowd rushes blind and roaring like a tidal wave Carrying away the mingled souls of […]
We dream, and we dream that we love, but it is just a dream And the whirling waters of life flow under the bridge The crowds on the bridge watch mesmerized, looking for a sign But their destiny just floats away, unrecognized In the distance the great towers of vanity stand tall Pretending to be […]
Shooting impromptu portraits at the Carnival Swimming in the crowd to get close to the subject Everything moving fast, it is like painting a battlefield The painted faces of the footsoldiers going into the Notting Hill Battle Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery
The crowd is like the sea in its changing tides The sidelines of the show are like the shores Where jetsam and flotsam meet in their haphazard destiny Whales and whitebait become beached at some point in time Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery
Let the people talk and walk your walk Unfazed by their glances and the whispers Be you and nobody else, just careless and free Carnival days are for masquerade But what difference does it make Every day you wear a mask that they lend you So today it is inside out in the crowd Bumper […]
The crowd is a kaleidoscope where we reflect ourselves We are one in a million and yet we are a million The target, the arrow and the archer will meet at some point Beauty is a cloud running in a bright eye, the brush of a lash Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
The surreal ambiance of the Carnival ids not a Magritte painting The crazed colors and the beautiful wild feathered girls The crowd is a giant human maelstrom that want to drown you Swimming in a sea of moving limbs you get stabbed by an apparition The glimpse of a dancing body, the gleam of an […]