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Aug 2009 09

Hacked off with the relentless city central grind, 06:30 sharp I jumped in the daily whip and headed across town up the North Circular to Ace Cafe for an evenings fix of car pr0n. Grabbing what camera kit I had to hand in work I needed to get there before the light faded without my flash guns. Still, was an excuse to mess about with long exposures and light trails, albeit without a tripod, tarmac is just as good.

As darkness fell over the North Circular intersection, more of London’s finest metal rolled into the forecourt. Bowel relaxing bass lines and the angelic whine of charged VR’s filled the air. Pretty poetic actually. Sweet.

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