Cultured in Culture, or The Crowd – My people, or Standing out “with” the crowd or so many other titles I could have given this post looking at the photos my sister took of me on holiday in Freetown.
The idea to do this shoot was borne out of a strong desire to capture Freetown or even the people in a way that is very unassuming and unrehearsed. I had no desire to take photos at the plush side of town whether along the peninsular where you will find some of the most beautiful beaches in the world or indeed on the beautiful hills to the west of town. Government Wharf itself has a long and interesting history but I won’t go into it now. Partly because I do not know much of the history but yeah lets just leave that along shall we lol. So I will leave that to the history buffs out there to dissect.
Now where was I? oh yeah the reason for shooting at the Wharf. I personally think the Wharf represent the true hustle and bustle of Freetown in a way very few places do. It shows a people with unique individual stories that come together for a common purpose. The purpose of buying or to selling, rendering a service or solicit one, to see or to be seen. To chisel Continue reading Cultured in Culture | Government wharf, Freetown→
At around 5:45pm yesterday, I shut my bedroom door behind me and rushed to the front door of my flat with my sneakers in one hand and my phone in the other. I was speaking to my sister who was already waiting for me at Oxford circus. We were heading to the preview for the latest and swankiest bar in central London called The Wigmore.
Judging from the tone in my sister’s voice, she was getting slightly impatient waiting for me. She was my plus one for the event and has been looking forward to it ever since I told her about it.
Wow! Yeah thats right I said wow. I have never started an article on Cuts of Him with a wow. That’s exactly how I feel about the Moet & Chandon July Festival at the Adnams racecourse.
I received an invite from The Jockey Club a few weeks ago to the Newmarket racecourse and I have been looking forward to it ever since. However, I have to say that nothing could have prepared me for such an adrenaline filled day.
It was about 35 degrees Celsius on a Thursday afternoon when the vehicle I was travelling in pulled up to a gate in Aberdeen, West of Freetown. I chuckled and said to my drive “we don reach sef?”, which translates as “are we here already”. Either I was too busy on my laptop to notice the drove from IMAT (where I was stayed for my holiday), or the journey was much shorter than I anticipated.
By the time the gatekeeper opened the gate to let us in, I was already out of the vehicle and trying to figure out where the reception area was. I absolutely dislike sitting in a vehicle waiting for gates to be opened, drivers to park properly or even being held up in the Freetown traffic. In fact I do not like to be chauffeured around but as someone who cannot drive, I have very little choice in the matter. As a result, I try to spend as little time as possible in any vehicle. The minute I sense there could be a slight hold up, I am out of the vehicle walking towards my destination.