marcia’s musings

She wasn’t posing, she is just a wealth of expression that girl.

- ljubljana, slovenia, 16 degrees, listening to Ustata’s “Male Male“

I met Filomena at the Freddie Mills Club in the Elephant & Castle area of London. A devout Irish Catholic, she was getting the hall set-up for the charity boxing fundraiser that night and made me a cup of tea while we were waiting for it to start. She told me a lot of stories in a short time, about wars, starting life in the uk, family, faith, tea… After an already long day of photographing rowdy pub boys, this was a pleasant little break.

She is really upset that the Southwark Council is going to tear down the little hall run by her church – it is the only community space they have.

Admittedly, the photo could have been composed a bit lower but I just love her expression so much I had to share it. I wish I could share the photo I mentally shot when I met her walking towards me holding a cross to her lips.

- london, uk, clear early evening sky, 19 degress, listening to Feist’s ‘I feel it all‘