Rainbowphant.
- Jubilee Market Hall, Covent Gardens.
The place where dreams are bargains.
Shirts for the homepeeps.
and a coincidental Trio of Relevance of my 2009. or
Coincidental Personal Story of 2009 Meaningful Shirt Trio.
Infront of the markets at cvnt grdn there was a tin man. Not a man made of tin, but one painted as to resemble as if he was. After a smirked minute of observing his trully statuesque stature, i retrieved my camera. Before I could shoot, a man, not painted silver to look like a metal sculpture, appeared in front of me, gesturing towards the cigarette barely hanging from my mouth.'Hello. Can I, uh, please have cigarette'
'you're french?' i asked.
'i am french, yes.' he replied.
and thus, i replied instantly,
'anything for the french.'
The epilogue of the story, i guess, is that I caught the tin man observing the gesture, and I attribute the stare and the swagger in the photograph to my kindness to share my smoke stick with a sharply dressed frenchman.
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