When I sent off some rolls of 35mm to get developed, I didn’t expect to get back a handful of Oxford photos. I don’t remember when they were shot (last year? Although the photo of Thom could be anywhere from the 70’s to now), but they definitely have a late summer/autumn vibe to them. Fun fact: the Tudor building now houses a shitty chain cafe, but used to be a brothel!
(Photo by Emma)
Elements of a lovely weekend:
+ Spending Saturday afternoon wandering the streets of Oxford
+ Running a few rolls of 35mm film through my Canon AE-1
+ Enjoying a pint at the Turf Tavern, a 13th century ale house
+ Watching The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel at Oxford’s lovely Phoenix Picturehouse
+ Drinking a lot of nice red wine, including some from Wairau River (a taste of home)
+ Dashing through the snow and into a cozy pub, for another round of culinary delights
+ Excellent and hilarious company
It was nice to get out of London, and relax. London is its own little bubble, and sometimes when I go into the country I have this funny feeling. It’s like I suddenly realise I am overseas! It feels very British out there in the home counties and beyond. Tea, pubs with Sunday roast, thatched roofs, hedgerows, polo clubs… It’s all very picture-book.
The High Street, Oxford, England, 1890s. I really like this hand-coloured photograph – and judging by recent visits the ‘cityscape’ has not changed much in 120 years.