Showing posts with label Brixton market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brixton market. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Large man, small car

This image posted in the window of a Chinese herbal medicine shop in Brixton made me chortle. The man should definitely lose weight and/or buy a bigger car, but firstly he should shave off that chest-hugging beard, although… come to think about it he does rather resemble a certain seasonal character. Perhaps, keep the beard, ditch the glasses?

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Buttons and Cinderella


At five pence each, these buttons are a bargain for any Cinderella out there wanting to jazz up an outfit before her fairy godmother arrives with a complete ball-gown revamp, which, in turn will nab her a Prince Charming and then, since he’ll take care of her for the rest of her regal life, the cost of buttons will no longer be a concern.

Monday, 12 September 2011

On high

These days in the arcades of Brixton market you can eat pizza topped with buffalo mozzarella, order a flat white coffee or drink organic wine… but trek a little further and you’ll discover a wilder side.

Despite appearances, this scene has nothing to do with bondage -- at least I don’t think so. The stall-holder is simply using what’s around him to show off his wares. He stands beneath the display selling, when I was there, a cotton flower-print nightdress.