Like Diogenes, I was looking for human beings, and I found them under a bridge in Shoreditch.
This is a series of portraits made under a concrete railway bridge in Shoreditch where nobody would normally stop. Over time, the series will show how a cross-section of Londoners looked in the setting of a quintessential twenty-first century space of transit between the corporate, artistic, and post-working class communities of East London. The series emerges from my interest in London as a contentious public space of translation, displacement, and experimental travel.
This is a series of portraits made under a concrete railway bridge in Shoreditch where nobody would normally stop. Over time, the series will show how a cross-section of Londoners looked in the setting of a quintessential twenty-first century space of transit between the corporate, artistic, and post-working class communities of East London. The series emerges from my interest in London as a contentious public space of translation, displacement, and experimental travel.
