I made a book.
I’ve been very quiet, squirrelling away at a small project.
This is my first book. Steel City Memoirs. At the turn of my thirtieth birthday I decided to book end it with a collection of some of my favourite photos over my twenties.
Here it is.
From the Archives. 2014.
Old Travels. 2014.
Old Relics. Pt 2.
A small collection of photos I snapped in 2011 during a rather nasty bleed. The hum of electricity, beeping, some crying and long bouts of silence is almost an overwhelming experience. Especially considering this is what you are greeted with after coming out of dream state, induced from blood loss.
I’ve been doing some reorganising of my photo collection. Found a stack of these instant photos. I remember i used to burn through these pretty quickly and not keep many for myself. Leaving little pieces of myself around.