Roses for Sale, Bantry Market
The roses lean out of their black plastic pots like they’re craning for a better view of the customer, and she’s giving them a proper once-over, but what I noticed was the tote bag so floral it could be for sale at the flower stall.
The Reflection and the Real
The poster girl gets the beach, the dunes, the perfect light and a 30% discount; the actual shopper gets a footpath, a purple handbag and a too-warm day in the town.
The Reading Room on Wheels
I think he was double parked, probably waiting for someone and reading the newspaper on a cool March afternoon in 2021.
Hand in Hand on a Valencia Pavement
Fingers loosely laced, a thin ring catching the light and that small contact is the whole picture.
The Glass Cathedral of Work
A wall of glass tilt over your head and you start to feel very small, very corporate and very much in need of a strong coffee. This is the WeWork office in London. Look closely and there’s one warm pendant lamp glowing in a window, a tiny pocket of cosiness in a tower of cold…
Everyone in a Hurry but Him
The man in the red jacket became my anchor the moment I set up. Henry Street on a sunny day is a river of people. Shoppers, buskers’ audiences, lads cutting across to Gino’s for a cone, and a slow shutter turns all of that into smears of colour and ghostly half-people mid-stride. But he just…
A Quiet Bench in a Busy City
Early morning in Spitalfields, near the market and I spotted a man enjoying a moment by himself in the nearby green area.
Low Tide on the Thames
Pull the river back a few metres and London grows a beach. I caught this stretch of Thames foreshore at low tide, the water was a proper builder’s-tea brown, the City stacked up behind like someone had emptied a box of glass towers. I love springer spaniels, so I had to photograph this.
Henry Street, Slowed Down
A quarter of a second is all it takes to turn a busy footpath into a river of ghosts. I planted myself on Henry Street, dropped the shutter speed right down, and let the lunchtime crowd smear themselves across the frame while the New Yorker models behind them stayed pin-sharp and perfectly bored. It’s the…
Run Away to the Circus
The circus had pitched up in a field at Cashel, near Junction 8 on the motorway, with big top flying the flags of half a dozen nations. I was taking photos of the circus when these two kids sped across the frame, probably headed to the shop at the nearby garage. I wonder if they…
Silhouettes on Henry Street
I was waiting on Henry Street and spotted the deep shadows cast by the buildings, so it occurred to me that silhouettes would become a good subject for a photo. Luckily, a Deliveroo cyclist came along then and I captured him motionless as he rode past.
Bent on a Bargain
IT Repairs on Oliver Plunkett Street hopefully had some bargains the day this man was peering carefully at their phones.