I went out last night to get some more shots of Amoriste at 229 (as described in my post from yesterday). After the gig, I went across the road with a couple of friends to a quiet pub for a drink. Actually, a couple of drinks, but who’s counting?
Nobody was counting, and when it was time for me to get back to Liverpool Street to catch the last train at 00:50, I missed the train. Long, boring story (note to self: check the timings for the last tube next time!), and to make matters worse, the first train to Essex on a Sunday morning is at 06:35, so I had a fair few hours to kill in the middle of the night.
Being in a photography kind of mood, I spent a few hours walking around near the station, looking for interesting stuff to take pictures of. It being Saturday night, there were plenty of people on the street. I tried to be discreet, but seeing that there were several people who stopped and suggested that I took a picture of them, I can’t have been very good at the discreet thing. No worries, as long as I got a few decent pictures, I don’t mind one way or the other whether people were deliberately posing.
I still had the 85/1.4 on the camera from the gig, and it worked fine for a bit of nighttime street photography. The wide aperture certainly helped with the low light.
Eventually I got tired. Pulling an all-nighter doesn’t get any easier by starting with getting intoxicated. The last couple of hours felt very long as I wandered between the station (cold, hard plastic benches) and a cafe across the street (nice warm coffee, bacon sarnie) several times, and when I finally got home around half seven in the morning, I was more than ready for bed!