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Jeffrey

Chung

London

Personal15 December 2016

There is no lens wide enough and no string of eloquence capable of transferring the scenic and emotional experience to one that simply has not visited the United Kingdom save for their appreciation of films like Sherlock Holmes or Harry Potter.

London has always held a special place in my heart. Being so fascinated with the place, it’s relatively unsurprisingly that every conversation in which I have engaged since my return has been laced with my blatant intention to move there one day. After being asked repeatedly why I’ve decided to do so — my initial response being a shrug and an unexciting, “it’s just really nice; you have to go there to know what I mean” — I’ve spent the past few months attempting to rationalise this infatuation with a place in which I have barely stayed long enough to call my future home. In editing these images in post-production, however, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no lens wide enough and no string of eloquence capable of transferring the scenic and emotional experience to one that simply has not visited the United Kingdom save for their appreciation of films like Sherlock Holmes or Harry Potter.

 

We stayed in the busiest street of Liverpool and woke to the sound of buses and the sight of crowds waltzing in their fluffy coats and thick scarves. The most peculiar part of the entire trip was how seamless it felt immersing myself in the culture. There is something so enriching and creatively stimulating about London. Interestingly, what stood out to me was not the likes of the iconic Big Ben, London Eye, or Tower Bridge. Much to the contrary, the most profoundly captivating parts of the entire trip were my glimpses of quiet alleyways, little boutiques, the movements of locals and how they always seemed to have something more important to attend to, the brutal chill, the bizarre temperature change when stepping out of a department store, the tight-packed subways during rush hour, and even the way light danced so differently to our harsh Australian sun and ever so subtly caressed the grand yet intricate architecture.

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