The Can We Still Fall in Love This Summer Edit
The last pictures on my memory card from a week last summer
We moved house last year and my old photography hard drives have been in boxes since them. I quite liked the freedom of it. Everything new, a clean slate for a while.
But I’ve missed the old projects I was working on. The strangeness of my old city. The contradictions and absurdities. The little stories that unfold when I go for a walk.
I moan about London but I also love it. I’m obsessed by it.
So today I plugged in one of my old hard drives (at random), fired up my old catalogue file and it brought up the last photos I imported from an SD card in May last year. A small selection, a few days worth of photos.
‘Can We Still Fall in Love This Summer?”
‘Hovercraft’
‘Don’t Park Tickets’
‘New Home’
‘Final Destination’
‘Gut Health’
‘Forest Side’
‘There Are Posts’
‘No’
‘Flat Green’
‘Need Paint’
‘Appealing Wall’
‘Back Entrance’
‘Butts’
‘Ugly’
‘So Ugly’
‘Not Good’
It’s fun diving into an old archive and not quite knowing what’s there and seeing if there’s a thread.
I remember the moments when I took these. I knew I was gearing up to leave the city but still hunted, 2 - 3 hours every day, for street ephemera.
A lot of my London shots, when I squint, and try to pretend I’m someone else looking in, look dark and miserable, like they’re shunning London. Picture of scribbles and waste and mess. That’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m looking for little stories. A record of how strange and curious the human animal is.