Okay, so the street photography assignment is slowly starting to come together. I don’t know if it was the psychological effect of being able to melt away into the shadows but I found shooting at night much better than I anticipated. I called called a prick once, got several v-signs flicked at me and people kept asking if I was a paparazzi. But there’s certainly no shortage of sights in Manchester city centre on the average Saturday night.
Vital stats: 3 hours of shooting, 140 pics, 2 fights, 4 arrests, 8 police horses, some terrible fashion, 5 hen parties and 2 sex dolls. The temperature? 1 degree above freezing.