Poplar memorial to 18 school children killed by a bomb dropped from a plane in First World War in 1917. Black writing on a stone monument with a winged angel on top.
A cycle painted white is tied to the railings around a tree. There is festive tinsel on the bike and on the railings.
A tree trunk is festooned with dead flowers and a paper flower and a piece of white cloth.
A close-up of tree trunk with 'AMY' knitted and sewn on a white cloth in red letters. Also flowers and a faded photo on the wall.
Close-up of 'AMY' knitted and sewn on a white cloth in red letters. Pigeons on the floor nearby and a woman in a black tracksuit looks at her phone in the background.
Shuttered front entrance and office block of The Children's Society with a long shadow cast by the canopy. Blue cycle direction sign in the foreground pointing to Holborn, Farringdon and King's Cross St Pancras.
Bunches of flowers that have died are wrapped around a post holding a street sign for LIME GROVE next to a pedestrian zebra crossing. In smaller writing the sign says NEW MALDEN KT3.
A bunch of flowers in a white vase and handwritten notes are attached to blue railings with a spiky top that are in front of a block of flats. There are artificial flowers and ivy near the top of the railings.
A note attached to blue railings says 'Missing you at Christmas and always with a heart sign and the text of a letter. A weather damaged teddy and artificial flowers are at the top of the railings.
Man cycles past a junction which is overlooked by The Fox, a derelict pub covered in graffiti

Memorial

The most painful and moving shots are of the memorials of mostly young men, largely teenage murder victims. 
 
There’s so many stories to be told of these young wasted lives. They’re just not told, so people have no correction to the story that these teenagers (and sometimes pre-teens) are nasty, naughty urban thugs. When people know them and their families they understand this is never an honest portrayal of these victims of fear and greed-based violence.
 
An important part of this is the LACK of memorialisation, beyond these desperately sad weather-battered delicate cries of grief. This is the case even for a woman as well-known, universally loved (now she’s safely in her grave and not being an embarrassing alcoholic/drug addict) and money-spinning as Amy Winehouse. The memorial to her, outside her house in Camden is pitiful. 
 
From what I gather about her family, her dad plays a large part in this neglect of her memory, as it did for the neglect in her life. But this lack of a fitting physical monument to her is consistent with how the other young people who died on our streets. Disposable, collateral damage of the ludicrous ‘war on drugs’ that our nasty, Daily (hate) Mail inspired Home Office propagates and promotes.