So I took a photo...
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...on a trip to London summer of 2014 during a week long break in my study abroad program. A group of me and 4 friendsset out to conquer London and Dublin but I booked my flight drunk and ended up in the Queen's country a day beforeeveryone else.
Turns out: solo travel is actually pretty fun. I arrived in Gatwick early morning, took the light rail to the city andgot off at the first stop. I decided I'd spend my time walking all the way up to Kings Cross towards myhostel. Backpack and all, Itrekkedover to Buckingham Palace, across to the Globe and finally wound my way up through the city towards Kings Cross.
Got to the hostel around 5pm and thought to myself, "hmmm, what now?". Found my way to my (16 person) room andI ended up meeting an Australian just out of university, travelling the world. I believe he was from Perth (if this everfinds you, friend, hi!) and he was about to take a shower but was wondering if I wanted to meet him down at the basementbar for a drink. I farted around for a bit unpacking and locking up the important stuff and then made my way downstairs.
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Sat down at the bar and the cheeky "tender" starts toying with me as I ask for a good local brew. He said he was inschool for design but that bartending is his day job and told me a few stories about all the different folkshe's met there at the hostel. I go to take a sip of my drink and he looks at me like I'm stupid and says somethinglike "You can't just drink it straight off. You've got to pay first." Now I've never seen this guy again but holy hellthis has stuck with me for years. Every time I order a drink now I always give at least proof of payment before I takeany sip.
It was here I met Matt from San Francisco, a couple of British ladies (1 in the army and another a flight attendant)who were celebrating a birthday and finally the Australian roommate and a few other folks he had met. We all went todinner just down the street for burgers and then back to the basement bar since it turns into a club at night.
The DJ was unlike anything I had ever heard. His transitions were sooooo good. If only I had taken some note of hisname. If you ever read this, man... Plz, plz get in touch.
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Not really the all the way up sort of vibe there but you get my drift.
Mr. Idris Elba the fashionista bartender pouring me drinks and bonding heavy with Matt from SF, I'm dancing my heart out.Well so party lasts until late and we head to the clubs (some drum and bass spot near Kings Cross) and we go til about 6 in the morning.Clamouring home and my way upstairs into my 16 person room, I wake almost everyone up climbing into my top bunk and head straight to bed.
Wake up the next morning still a bit dazed and only thing on my mind is food and water. Where I come across none other than...Matt from SF again with his new buddy Jeff Masters the travelling doctor from Australia! I'm meeting my friends late that afternoon onthe flight I was originally supposed to have booked but I have plenty of time to kill til then. We decide to hit up the Tate.
It was here after the first few floors we encounter the rooftop bar. I'm stunned. The wide open windows are just gorgeous and the way thefolks are taking in the view after just having taken in the art... Glorious. We're just about to leave when it hits me"why am I not taking photos rn?!?". And thus, snap.
Uploading, tagging and the likes
I get home at the end of the week and go to upload my photos together and I'm stunned again by the simple-ness of whatI took there at the Tate Modern. So much so that I use it as my first foray into Unsplash.And so luck me, they just implemented the "tagging" feature where I can add searchable tags to my photo. Knowingwhat this means, I spend a good 15 minutes coming up with a massive list of relative terms, upload and then go aboutmy regular business.
- featured on the home page
- tons of likes
And as of today, it has been viewed over 2 million times... Unbelievable.
Just look how many articles have used it since: https://goo.gl/NOPiv7
So there's my story. The photo that started it all. Am I a photographer now?
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