I am a right nosey git. I could sit all day and just people watch.
I was spoilt for choice here in People Watch Central in the pedestrian area just outside Marks and Spencers in Aberdeen. Sit here for no longer than 2 minutes and the rich tapestry of humanity unfurls in front of you. I am being deliberately flowery in my language because let's face it,let's call it what it is; I like to spot freaky people.
I got a fair few candid snaps of some local characters and as I sat up to move on I was going to put a shot up of the bloke who sings cover versions of country songs with a full synth set up and a range of his own CDs for sale (which I saw 3 people buy whilst I was there, so he's clearly got a fanbase). The man intrigues me. I see him and I think, "What's your story, mate?"
I was spoilt for choice here in People Watch Central in the pedestrian area just outside Marks and Spencers in Aberdeen. Sit here for no longer than 2 minutes and the rich tapestry of humanity unfurls in front of you. I am being deliberately flowery in my language because let's face it,let's call it what it is; I like to spot freaky people.
I got a fair few candid snaps of some local characters and as I sat up to move on I was going to put a shot up of the bloke who sings cover versions of country songs with a full synth set up and a range of his own CDs for sale (which I saw 3 people buy whilst I was there, so he's clearly got a fanbase). The man intrigues me. I see him and I think, "What's your story, mate?"
And then there's the old newspaper seller outside Markies who looks like he's an extra in Lord of the Rings. And then there's the middle eastern bloke with the Marionettes who seems to have actual skill other than turning a handle. And then there's...oh there are too many!
But none of them were to be my photo today, because as I left I snapped this bloke who I think was once a student of mine briefly and who I keep on seeing around town, each time looking more and more like a rock star. Because that is one of my other favourite things and that's folk who dress like rock stars even if they are not.
Turns out it was my favourite of my people watching photos today, not just because I caught him doing a very un-rock-and-roll thing, like taking cash out of an ATM, but because of the contrasting un-rock-and-roll drunken man sat just along from him.
But none of them were to be my photo today, because as I left I snapped this bloke who I think was once a student of mine briefly and who I keep on seeing around town, each time looking more and more like a rock star. Because that is one of my other favourite things and that's folk who dress like rock stars even if they are not.
Turns out it was my favourite of my people watching photos today, not just because I caught him doing a very un-rock-and-roll thing, like taking cash out of an ATM, but because of the contrasting un-rock-and-roll drunken man sat just along from him.
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7 comments:
Hmm that picture. The upside of us being old as the hills is that thankfully when we were teens men did not wear skinny jeans - not a good look on anyone however small their rear. I would have remained a virgin well into my twenties if this is the kind of male clothing that had been proffered at the time.
When I look at the pic I, for some reason, think... have the Bay City Rollers reformed?
Emma do you not remember stretch jeans? Granted it would have been in our early teens...
I love people watching, there really are some odd fellows about, although I'm sure I talk to myself when out and about so people probably think I'm a raving loony!
I dress like a rock star whenever possible, in fact its all that my current girlfriend can do to stop me wearing a gold Lame jacket when we go out. Purchased for a Halloween fancy dress party when I went as the ghost of Elvis, I should have won but someone only came as Jesus Christ tied to a cross. Mind you he may have won but we propped him up in the corner and drank his prize which was 3 cases of beer.
Very Bored in Catalunya...yeah I do remember wearing a ghastly pair of stretch jeans when I was about thirteen but luckily no blokes wore them. After that Levis 501s became ubiquitous for both sexes until 1989 when flares came in for the Acid House phase
sorry for monopolizing your blog Misssy but these are v important issues. What was the trouser evolution like in Scotland during this era?
I'm just impressed that you were able to snap pics of randoms in the street without someone getting upset at you!
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