I love the movement of passersby in front of my lens. They cross the frame or sometimes linger there, in their humanity and anonymous fragility. This series of photographs was taken using double exposure. In that split second between two shots, reality begins to float. The characters become evanescent, the places blur. Chance slips into the interstice, perhaps a story begins.

 

I like the movement of passers-by in front of my lens. They cross the frame or sometimes linger there, in their humanity and their anonymous fragility. This series of photographs was taken in double exposure. In this fraction of a second between two triggers, the real begins to float. The characters become evanescent, the places become confused. Chance creeps into the gap, maybe a story begins.