Still Waiting

Bank district. Where everyone looks like they’ve somewhere to be - even when they haven’t.

He was standing there, arms folded, lost somewhere between impatience and indifference. The kind of stance you see a lot in this part of London, part commuter, part philosopher. Beside him, a Lime bike leaned neatly against the wall, also going nowhere fast. Maybe it was waiting for the same train that never comes.

What drew me in wasn’t the man or the bike, really it was the rhythm. The geometry of stone and shadow, the quiet order of it all. The city can be chaos, but sometimes it gives you a moment that just lines itself up, as if to say, go on then, take the shot.

I like that contrast: centuries of marble permanence against a two-hour battery life. A reminder that no matter how fast London moves, there’s always someone or something just standing still.

Shot on the Fujifilm X100F, somewhere between rush hour and resignation.