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Photo Series: ''Pretend It's a City"

A collection of shots from my endless lockdown walks in January and February. I could not go too far - so I choose to focus on the familiar in a bid to be shocked by the unexpected. 

East London is my physical and spiritual home. A place that balances raw authenticity with performative artificiality, serving as metaphor for the conflict that often occurs inside me. 

The quest to uncover my sense of identity is not always successful, so when I don't know who I am, I find comfort in the realisation that I am, indeed, a child of my surroundings.


















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