Dissent & Social Justice

This is where the work started. London, 2013, a march through the centre of the city that I joined with a camera and no plan, and most of what I have done since comes back to the same question: what a street looks like when people decide it belongs to them for an afternoon.

The frames here run from that first march to Melbourne a decade on, by way of Hong Kong in 2019, the Trump visits, Brexit, the Palestine marches that have come back year after year, and the smaller days nobody reported. Placards made at a kitchen table. A sound system on a pram. The pause when a crowd meets a line and both sides work out what happens next. The arrest in a doorway while everyone else is looking the wrong way.

None of it is staged and none of it is from the press pen. I walk with the march and stand where it stops. The pictures take sides only in the sense that they are made from inside the crowd rather than behind the barrier, and they hold whoever was there: the families, the students, the old campaigners, the counter-protest across the road, the police.

The longer threads have pages of their own: Free Palestine, which I have followed since 2012 in London and Berlin, and Policing, which is where Hong Kong lives. The albums below are single days.