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While others fixated on the landmarks that defined the city, my gaze drifted toward the frames around them—the man-made structures that held the backdrop together. Fresh from the coast and countryside, I was naturally drawn to London’s raw urban textures, patterns, scaffolds, forgotten edges. These seemingly mundane, even dull, constructions spoke louder to me than anything more obvious at the time.
What’s archived here barely scratches the surface. This series captures a phase when my 17-year-old self, with an iPhone 5s, pressed the shutter almost instinctively. There wasn’t much deeper intent, just an odd fascination with architectural facades and the way they stood against the rhythm of the city, and perhaps how I was trying to frame myself within it.
I look back now and realize… I was archiving without knowing I was archiving. Documenting not just the city, but my relationship to it. The way I moved through it. The way it shaped my eyes before I ever learned to speak through images.
Fast forward a decade, now at 26, with more perspective and language, I’m revisiting these archives not to revise them, but to listen. To re-meet the version of myself who saw without needing to explain.
