Lost Stories: The Yellow Fever Edit

Bright, colourful, abstract scenes taken on a happy day in the metropolis

I’ve started this Substack with frustrating clunkiness.

I feel like the octogenarian (some of my best friends are octogenarians) fruitlessly jabbing my finger at the TV remote.

So far I’ve…

1. Pointlessly written TWO ‘About Me’ posts, one here and one here. It took me a week to realise there’s a dedicated ‘About Me’ section on Substack.

2. Miserably populated my first posts with a symphony of grey images. First impressions set the stall. My stall is smog, pavement and cigarette ash.

Anyway, I want to change all that.

This is a Storybook from a day’s shooting in London (it’s an article that first appeared on my website, Lost in the Trip, here) but I’ve reinvigorated it for Substack.

It’s called the ‘Yellow Fever Edit’.

My dad and my friend Justin are birthday twins. They’ve met once - by chance - because we were all getting Yellow Fever jabs at a clinic in London.

So this is in their honour. The shots span two consecutive days (including their birthday) in February.

‘Concrete Mondrian’

‘Bubblegum Street’

‘Street Pathogens’

‘Rage Solves Nothing’

‘Stealing Norway’

‘Have You Seen It’

‘Shoescraper’

‘Screaming Sellout’

‘Target Eye’

‘Trolley Humps’

‘Abstract Prophet of Paddington’

‘Rob Banks Make Art’

‘Sorry I Love Your’

I nearly didn’t include this last one but there’s something happily ridiculous about messages that are crossed out, half written and mid-thought.

I’ll leave it there, on a half finished sen…