Eyes on the Street
Eyes on the Street grew gradually from years of walking through cities with a camera, drawn to whatever made me stop. A building, a person, an unexpected interaction, or simply the way light fell across a street.
Every place here was designed by someone, then handed over to people who use it in ways no drawing predicted. That gap, between what a place was meant to do and what actually happens in it, is what keeps me pointing a camera at it.
Together, these photographs invite you to look more closely at the places you share: to question what you accept from them, and imagine what they could be.
Snow was falling hard as people made their way towards the bridge for midnight. These two broke into a run, half racing the clock and half laughing their way through it. The city around them had blurred into light, snow and movement, but their sense of urgency was unmistakable. For a moment, New Year’s Eve was less about the fireworks and more about getting there in time.
