the face of oxford street instead of a postcard a short while on oxford street*, purim, london...

The face of Oxford street Instead of a postcard

A short while on Oxford Street*

, Purim, London 27.3.2005*Oxford Street is the main shopping street of London

Probably one of the leading trade centers of the Western World

Yafa Kfirwww.yafakfir.co.il

The sun creates patches of light and shadow, illuminating life with bright light.The street is overflowing with people

So many people

Every and each is unique,

everyone is special,

everyday Purim – very

obvious, especially

here.

My eye catches the different, the beautiful, the strange, the

unusual

And there is a lot of it in the human river

flowing towards me

The sun illuminate sometimes the grey and brightly illuminating life.

The well known street with its large shops filled with many commodities, the Mecca of the Western World Is bustling with people.

So many people.

And there are more, getting off the huge busses, emerging from the underground tunnels, disappear within the shops – again and again

And there are more, getting off the huge busses ,emerging from the underground tunnels, disappear within the shops –

again and again

I went hunting – moments and people on the main thoroghfair of England

I stood at the street cornerMy back to sun, facing the human river

So many people, Oh God so many

Almost inhuman, these numbers of people

And while pushing the camera’s buttonsThe thoughts and the reflections are flowing

So many people – and in this big cityIt is so easy to be in solitude

So prevalent to be aloneIt is not difficult to be lonely

After all, loneliness is the sickness that its up the city dwellers,The loneliness and the estrangement.

A flowing human river, and there is no contactMillions of dots moving around but never create a whole

Do not create a thing – just transfer themselves from here to thereAnonymity in the flood

So many people – and in this big

cityIt is so easy to be in solitude,

So prevalent to be alone,

It is not difficult to be lonely

.

I stood there taking pictures.Everything happens so fast, it is difficult to catch the moment

And this is what I wanted – to catch the momentI take pictures – nobody cares

No one notice meI am too an anonymous dot within the multitude

Not knowing and unknown

So many people – each one looks differently

Totally different and so unlike the other

I loved the strength of the human diversity

The multifaceted mosaics of forms and colors

Each person is differentDesigns himself presenting a different face to the world\

He is unseparated and at the same time separated,

different, within this. Bubbling multitude.

After standing there, alone, for a while, thus human river

is a bit frightening.

So many strangers, so many others….

I want to go home….

Taxi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And thank you for joining me

London, March 2005

Yafa Kfir

http://www.yafakfir.co.il