It’s September. The end of another all-too-short bright and sweaty summer in London. The first fresh pinches of autumn are beginning to creep into the mornings.
A number 6 double-decker sweeps by and dissolves into Aldwych’s curved, theatrical lanes. A camera flash pops and a tall, androgynous girl giggles.
The streets – these streets – are full. They’ve been filled, emptied, and filled again – over and over – for hundreds of years. The gum-trodden pavements have seen all there is to know in London – the shuffle of a trillion footsteps, the sounds of a billion stories and the lights of lives and lives played out in these worn, homely concourses…
Words by Daisy Dumas, images by David Yeo.