As my stretch of employment in Camden Town comes to a close, I can’t help but get a little reflective about my time spent here. When I first started working in this famously rowdy district three years ago, it would not be a stretch to say that I was far from keen on the area. However, as I’ve gotten to know more about this odd little corner of North London, I’ve also grown a sincere affection for the place. In truth, a great part of me will miss the hoards of tourists who swamp the high-street with their selfie-sticks and questionable haircuts on a daily basis; watching the drunken fights on the canal; the smell of stale beer, piss and vomit in the streets on the way to work in the morning; the entirely overpriced and tat filled markets – which (admittedly) came in handy when I had to find a birthday or celebration present on the quick. Most of all, I will miss the incredible creativity that I’ve seen here, in particular, the hundreds of street art pieces and murals that I’ve had the pleasure and privilege to discover and photograph.
I should probably have spent this afternoon searching for a new job, but instead I took an hour to see if I could find any new works around town, and sure enough I wasn’t disappointed. As I was photographing the last piece in the gallery below, I happened upon a group of artists working on a mural in the Ferdinand Housing Estate. I told them that it looked to be coming along fantastically and that I couldn’t wait to see the finished piece. Thinking about it now, I probably won’t get an opportunity to see how it turns out. A saddening thought.