Re-posting pictures from this time two years ago, and affirming that some experiences stay with us for a long time. Whether they’re locked in our memory or captured in photographs, we come back to them again and again. Visiting Brick lane in London was one of such experiences – strolling through streets where whole buildings, shop fronts, wall sections, pedestrian crossings, back alleys were covered with designs ranging from the eclectic, to the abstract, to the mystical, to the realistic and much more, causing the neighbourhoods to come alive with images and colour, and tell stories without words, ultimately becoming part of the culture, the heartbeat of the place, without which it would have no soul. And I ask myself, “What is it with murals and graffiti?” Is it because they suggest a certain free spirited-ness, or even rebellious-ness?
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