Wimbledon Village

I have fond memories of Wimbledon Village from a child and since moving away to Cornwall to study Photography I have returned but looking more intently. It is a very quant village, a cocktail with a pinch of the hustle and bustle of London and the tranquility and beauty of Surrey. It holds a vibrant and energetic atmosphere with grand horses trotting on the greens, traditional pubs mixed with a community and residents that make Wimbledon Village what it is. Glamorous women exhibiting their clothes, men wearing sculptured suits and country outfits. People drinking coffee on tables and chairs with sunglasses, the very best of the sporting cars parked up in showroom condition. For me, it's a small pin in the map, but that pin hold memories, experiences and also a small village which fascinates me because of what it is.

Holding a camera in this village let's me see it differently. I wanted to document it and walk around the capturing some street photography using influcenes from Garry Winogrand and Robert Frank, armed with a 35mm, black and white film and my jungle of opportunities. To be continued....

The sound of the wooden gate slammed as these women pushed their bikes out, to be then greeted by their friend.

Heading for the green they laugh and chat as they try to continue their conversation whilst riding.

The children push each other around as they walk back from school in such confidence ignoring their mother.

The sound of the scooter echoes within the buildings, during the heights of the afternoon this women parades through the village on a pink scooter.

Outside a cafe, the remains of people sitting on this winter afternoon with coffee peering onto the streets of the village.

On the street.

Dog walker heading for the green.

After school traffic amongst the street.

An afternoon shop.

Best dressed.

To be continued...