Urban decay in the last of my city’s wastelands, the places I explore, the last wild vestiges where there is space to roam.


These pictures come from the hem of life. From a city broken down. Subjects un-grown-up. I feel as though I am conjuring something in these photographs. Finding in them the air and light. Waiting for energetic points to come to a head. Weighing the evening. Holding for breath. Pausing for space.

The subjects are not swamped by the landscape, they are emboldened by it, drawing their energy from the elements... the wind, the animals, the moon, the sensation of bare feet on earth. From the places where nature is clawing back.

In this work I pay homage to the places I play, to find those last moments of the Orient.