my first night in soho 13/2/08

I think I monumentally overlooked the effect that a direct transfer from the sticks to city would have on my overeager demeanor… almost as soon as I began my first nights photographic flaneur-ism, this obscure sense of chaos and excitement became a massively over-riding force, almost making me feel trapped in freedom; a stock-still tourist in perpetually movement and alien faces. Too much too little not enough too fast. I had to stop myself from hiding in alleys to take candid potshots from the outside in, to stop myself from trying to escape from everybody who appears careless but equally engaged. One needs to become acclimatised.