An unforgettable encounter between a withdrawn teenage girl and a young slacker musician
‘You lost your Mohawk somewhere,’ she remarked with a small pout.
It was at that precise moment he fell in love with her.
Alice had met him that evening, at one of his concerts at a pub in the centre of London, wearing her ever-present camera on a strap around her neck – it was her way of looking at the world.
He was up on the stage singing, with his blue Mohawk, his crutch, and his arm and leg in plaster. Alice thought it was a miracle that he could even stand – and she didn’t know yet how right she was. Marked by life, fleeing the tedium of everyday reality, he had no idea that meeting her was going to change his vision of the world and give him a fresh start.
Friends, wanderings, the rooftops of London, photomontages, songs, Alice’s window. Just another story, perhaps – except it’s theirs. And what was bound to happen happens: Alice becomes Thomas’s miracle, a small miracle all to himself …