The Brixton Crucifixion
I imagine you could ask photographers why they take photographs, and you would get a different answer from all of them. You could ask me and you would get a different answer each time, but the bottom line – and I have been thinking about this for quite a while – is that I take pictures for the same reason I write haiku. It is an attempt to capture one moment in time and space that will never be repeated.
This was a random shot I took in Brixton market some years ago now. What I like about it is not just the somewhat symbolic pose that this guy adopted, but the strange and wonderful combination of reflected text in the window and the text within the shop behind him, which seems to surround him with phrases of obscure meaning.