The second publication from a personal study of the physical and cultural landscape of stoke-on-Trent, the place I live, bound by family, past and present.
I park up and walk, inhaling the city but remaining detached from it. Poverty is palpable at every turn, with layers of heritage exhausted by a new attempt of capitalism. I revel in this realism, wandering and collecting parts of that experience – the photographs.
During the making of these photographs, the political landscape of Stoke shifted, and acquired the nickname The Brexit capital. This was not the motivation here but perhaps it influenced what was already a personal and subjective response.’