Fragments
of a life.

Over the years I’ve taken photos — or been photographed — without much method or plan. Some of these images come from phones I no longer have, from places I’ve moved on from, from versions of myself I barely recognise. Others are recent.

They don’t tell the full story. They were never meant to. But they’re honest — small windows into moments that were real. Not everything is in here, and that’s fine.