Sydney July 2014 (3 photos)
I was walking through the pedestrian mall one lunchtime doing my usual thing. And then I saw him, not that it was hard to miss him, but perhaps I was the only one to truly notice him. Everyone else just passed him by.
He was seated and dressed in a fluoro pink suit, a bottle in a bag by his feet and a full glass in hand.
He looked like the kind of guy to be into superstitions, black cats, and voodoo dolls.
I had no choice and simply walked up to my usual distance in front of him and took his photo. Did he see me? Did he just smile for me? Perhaps. 🙂
After all I did get this premonition that my usual stealthy cloak would fall.
It was clear he wasn’t drinking water. I wondered if he was drinking french champagne.
I walked away but then I decided I needed a second shot.
I kept thinking that the single shot I had was only a small taste of the scene and I needed more or I’d never be the same; maybe even go insane. So I circled around but the painful truth was that it was too late. He’d gotten up and was on the move. Bottle and glass in his plastic bag. I sped up and went for another direct frontal shot to ease the pain, like a bullet to the brain.
“La vida loca” is Spanish for “The crazy life” and refers to doing wild and crazy things that make you cool.
While the crowd zigs, some people zag.
I wish I could think up an appropriate song and lyrics to go with these photos, but I’m struggling. Maybe next time.