Second hand
I have always been fascinated by markets. Everything is second hand, has its own history and is often for sale at a ridiculously low price. The markets open on Sunday in Spitalfields are less numerous than before and the Cheshire St market has shrunk with the development of warehouses into ‘luxury housing’. Markets are an adventure; they draw you in to reveal secrets, history and adventure. The experience is altogether different from that of a shopping Mall. I would go as far as to say that I would see markets with their constituent stalls and fly pitches as the antithesis to the dire hand of a shopping mall. There is no need to think in a shopping mall but your mind can be set free in a market.
Market in Spitalfields. London 1985
Market in Spitalfields. London 1985
Market in Spitalfields. London 1985
Petticoat Lane market in Spitalfields. London 1984
From Dhaka to London
The first time I went to Dhaka in Bangladesh I remember being overwhelmed by the magnificence of the powerful Buriganga river which runs through the City. The overcrowded City spills into the river which is home for every conceivable size of boat. On first sight I remember thinking that it was how I imagined the river Thames would be during the time of Charles Dickens. These images are an echo of my first impressions as well as a comment on globalisation.
The River that flows from Dhaka to London. Photomontage 2012
The River that flows from Dhaka to London. Photomontage 2012
On the street in Dhaka and Spitalfields
A group of youths on the street. Dhaka, Bangladesh 2008
Children in Brick Lane.Spitalfields, London 1984
Made Up
Eye make up. Brick Lane 2002
Eye make up. Brick Lane 2002
Eye make up. Brick Lane 2002
Eye make up. Brick Lane 2002
Make up. Brick Lane 2002
Made up. Brick Lane 2002
Stop the Nazis
I am preparing an exhibition on the theme of protest for photomonth this year. I want to come up with more than simple images of protest. Below is one idea. Feedback would be gratefully received.
'Stop the Nazis'. Photomontage 2012
