I took this shot outside the Royal Albert Hall. I’d spent the day in Kensington, London, doing some street photography and somehow, ended up outside the famous building. At this point, I’d been walking around for about seven hours and was pretty tired. I was packing up my stuff when I saw this lone can. All I can say in that horrible cliched way is that the Coca-Cola can spoke to me (note: I don’t even drink fizzy drinks). The tiredness disappeared from my bones, I went to the can, crouched down and took the shot.
I think it’s a beautiful shot. But you know what they say: one person’s junk is another person’s art. Call me prejudiced but I think that this is beautiful art.
How is your cultural prejudice inhibiting your writing and your photography? Do you turn up your nose at something, because it’s not art? Here’s one for you: one person’s art is another person’s junk.