A5 / 28 pages
Edition of 50
“No one is anyone, one single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.” - Jorge Luis Borges
As I move through the city I often wonder about the people around me, who are they, what are their names, what do they do and where are they going? A mass of people all huddled together navigating their daily routines, close in proximity but somehow far away and unknowable. In the bustle of the city sometimes it feels like no one is anyone and each individual is swallowed by an immortal crowd.
All photographs made in Birmingham 2016