When I was in London recently, I sneaked inside a gambling parlour near Chancery Lane. I took a few shots of these guys, every second expecting them to look up and shout. Neither of them noticed my presence - they were too engrossed in their betting. Is there anything more desolately male than the image of men betting their lives away in a lurid smoke-filled room?
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