IMAGE IS EVERYTHING
THE PHOTOGRAPHY OF Matthew Mitchell...
Now, something completely unrelated. On Sunday night I was loitering near Leicester Square, waiting for a ride. Just off to my left, outside Angus Steakhouse: the bus stop, crowded with people. To my right: Charing Cross Road, head up to Soho.
It was the four sexy boys making their way towards the bus stop from Soho that attracted my attention: one light-skinned - more camp than Noah and Alex put together - the other three almost imperceptibly gay, dark, probably second generation Nigerian. They were young, 17, 18 at the most. Two of them started play fighting. It was boisterous and loud. People scattered, stared, looked aghast: young black boys! Fighting! Someone's going to get stabbed! These bitches had obviously been in Soho. Were they were playing up to the assembled straights who'd mostly come from Leicester Square and its surrounds? They put on a hell of a show. After a few minutes of raucous ramping, one of the boys started screaming like a girl - "AAAAAAAAAhhhh! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! You pulled out my stud!" The straights relaxed and turned away in disgust - just some faggots. The three dark-skinned boys got on the bus, and the über-camp light-skinned one minced back towards Soho.
EVERYTHING LENSED
Matthew Mitchell Photography
Now, something completely unrelated. On Sunday night I was loitering near Leicester Square, waiting for a ride. Just off to my left, outside Angus Steakhouse: the bus stop, crowded with people. To my right: Charing Cross Road, head up to Soho.
It was the four sexy boys making their way towards the bus stop from Soho that attracted my attention: one light-skinned - more camp than Noah and Alex put together - the other three almost imperceptibly gay, dark, probably second generation Nigerian. They were young, 17, 18 at the most. Two of them started play fighting. It was boisterous and loud. People scattered, stared, looked aghast: young black boys! Fighting! Someone's going to get stabbed! These bitches had obviously been in Soho. Were they were playing up to the assembled straights who'd mostly come from Leicester Square and its surrounds? They put on a hell of a show. After a few minutes of raucous ramping, one of the boys started screaming like a girl - "AAAAAAAAAhhhh! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! You pulled out my stud!" The straights relaxed and turned away in disgust - just some faggots. The three dark-skinned boys got on the bus, and the über-camp light-skinned one minced back towards Soho.
EVERYTHING LENSED
Matthew Mitchell Photography
I would have LOVED to see the look on the faces of the straights...I bet it was priceless...oh thanks for the photography, I'll add him to the list...
ReplyDeleteDahling, perception IS everything!
ReplyDeleteI just found those pics on another site... i mean ive looking high and low for white background pics... and youve been holding on to them... lol... thanks again for a great post!
ReplyDeleteStraight people leave a bad taste in my mouth...
ReplyDeleteheh. :)
ReplyDeleteThe one in the hoodie - his eyes are amazing.