My sister Alexandra was the muse of my Italian trip, I just couldn't stop taking photos of her especially when she wore my 70s felt hat. One delicate quality that was given to her by the damaging in all other ways Downs Syndrome is that she will be eternally angelic and childlike and I think it shows in these photos.
What is it with my old man obsession? All the time that I wasn't photographing my sister it was strangers that were targeted. And what makes it worse is that I'm not audacious enough to walk up to people to take their picture, I would get my father to stand in front and to the side of my intended subject and just gradually swing the camera round. It wasn't very subtle! All I can think is how would I react if a Chinese tourist came up to me on Oxford Street and tried to take my picture, I'd be horrified!
I liked the dynamics of this photograph set off by the way the woman was leaning, I took quite a few pictures of people at this fountain. I found it interesting to sit at a nearby cafe and wonder what they were wishing for when they dropped their coins in.