There's something about this photo that I like, despite it not being a great photo (ha!). It's too soft, too dark, too busy, and awash with shitty light. There are no faces to grab hold of you, just figures. But absent expressions in the faces of these figures there's expression in their bodies. One of them has shoulders that are slightly hunched, the other tucks their hands into coat pockets in defiance of the cold.
It's an intimate moment between two people setting out for home after a gig. His instrument, without its case, a casual expression of the austerity of punk and youth. Her black leggings and sneakers a nod to the trappings of their social set.
As a pair they're maybe just a little too far apart from each other to be a couple. Did they stay arranged like this for the remainder of their walk? Did they hold hands later on? Did one of them stop to send a text or light a cigarette?
I'm terrible at knowing. What about you?
A town like London late at night is a lonely place. Everyone leaves after work and doesn't return until the morning. At least these two have company in the wilderness. And no doubt the embers of a few victorious moments onstage earlier in the evening are enough to keep them warm on their trudge home. I sense that in the steps of these two: a quiet victory.