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Shattered dreams on the Croatian coast

A beautiful view

A beautiful view

Today tourists admire the view. But two decades ago this was the vantage point for the artillery guns, and Dubrovnik suffered under bombardment.

Dubrovnik's main street

Dubrovnik burning

Where the shells landed

Where the shells landed

Fox hole, dugout, now grave

Fox hole, dugout, grave

Round the bay from our villa is Kupari, a once-posh hotel resort heavily shelled during the war. It’s very weird to be a tourist in 2013, and to look at the tourist areas of 1991 that were being torn apart by high explosive…

Someone has a sense of irony...

Someone has a sense of irony…

Shell damage

Shell damage

Easy to get inside. But not comfortable. Eerie. Deserted. Haunted

Once, a grand staircase...

Once, a grand staircase…

A beautiful dining salon...

A beautiful dining salon…

A wrecked staircase...

A destroyed staircase…

Wreckage framing a delightful view...

Wreckage framing a delightful view…

A shell must have come straight into this bedroom...

A shell must have come straight into this bedroom…

This view is in the huge atrium of the hotel. There are definitely ghosts here.

Trees vs concrete

Green vs grey

What a sorry waste. The remnants of dreams and hopes of developers, hoteliers, guests, staff and local businesses. Just some caustic graffiti to reference the raw emotions. Thank heavens such times are over in this area.

Indeed...

Indeed…


Spraypaint arty wildness in Shoreditch

“I need a photograph of the hedgehog in Shoreditch. You can’t miss it, it’s massive…”

Well, I’m not one to turn down a chance to get out the camera, and hey, this is almost a commission! So I head off to Shoreditch and get searching for the ‘hog. But this is Banksy’s back streets, so my eye gets caught by the wonderful graffiti and now I’m firing off shots in all directions…

Black tears

Black tears

Big nose

Big nose

Balaclava and shades

Balaclava and shades

It’s like an outdoor art gallery, full of colour, weird perspective and eyes that follow you everywhere. And this all on a dreary Saturday morning with the drizzle mizzling (come on Spring, hurry up!)

I'm watching you...

I’m watching you…

No, I'M watching you!

No, I’M watching you!

These two were hilarious – they stood there for ages reading the sign…

Be useful

Be useful!

This is of course trendy London. Uber-cool. Not necessarily my most natural haunt, but I do my best to fit in. (Not hard – 10am on a wet morning, the place is still deserted…). Red Indian isn’t feeling the cold however.

nnn

Club Row

Naughty, naughty

Naughty, naughty

Grrr

Grrr

Scrummy Vietnamese lunch at the Boxpark Shoreditch (google it – fantastic idea) as I wait for the rain to clear. But hang on, I’ve forgotten something. What about the ‘hog? Where’s the prickly little blighter gone…? Hang on, What’s that? Aha! O yes, definitely a ‘hog, and blimey, he IS massive. Big as a double decker bus. Well, it is London…

Double decker hedgehog

Double decker hedgehog


Church, Kissing, High heels and Vodka. Must be Kiev!!!

I love these eastern cities, they are raw and vibrant, and desperate to have a good time. And beautiful too!

St Sofia church

Spot the Saints…

Built originally in the 11th century.

I noticed this in St Petersburg too – everyone seems to be snogging. Couples just can’t get enough of each other, and they’re not too bothered about privacy. I know Doisneau had to fake his photo of the couple kissing by the Hotel de Ville in Paris, but in Kiev there is no need to fake. Just point the camera…

(next to the Church)

(on top of the statue)

the full tongue and throat in front of the river view!

Kiev(ians) clearly don’t want to hide away. Everything is on display. Especially the girls – high heels are ubiquitous, and being dressed up as if your off clubbing is considered normal. Great for street photography!

standard uniform here…

everyday wear!

Short skirts de rigeur…

There was some great graffiti, rather risqué, and not all of it suitable for this blog. Adds to the electric feel of the city.

Swords and flowers and chain-mail???

Of course, a visit to Kiev is bound to end with some serious vodka drinking, and the inevitable raucous evening party (followed by hang-over meeting the following morning). One of the group below didn’t actually make it to the meeting the next day. S/He will remain nameless, but you know who you are!

He’s a Kiss fan…

Lining them up!

These two smuggled their drinks onto the bus…

Alcoholic halo…

Impromptu piano playing…

And the girls looking worse for wear

And the party went on, but we’ll draw a veil over it there!

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