These photographs were commissioned by Broadway. Broadway is a London based homelessness charity. Their vision is that every person finds and keeps a home. Last year they worked with over 4,000 people on their journey from street to home. Although they are a large organisation much of their work goes unnoticed. People tend to think of the homeless organisations with the large media campaigns whereas Broadway work away in the background changing peoples lives. They provide a full range of services to help people get accommodation, improve their physical and mental health, gain training and employment and to live successful, independent lives.
It was a difficult brief: To go out with an outreach team for a couple of hours one evening and photograph rough sleeping hotspots in the City of London. The spots needed to be authentic to the metre and still try and convey they’re closeness to the big businesses and tourist spots. It was an interesting, depressing and eye-opening couple of hours in constant rain. We only had the one chance to get the shots due to deadlines and I was just getting a feel for it as we finished, when I’d begun to shoot with the camera on the pavement. I could have spent another week, ideally to really get a feel for the places and find the approach to get the best shots. But I certainly felt grateful for my warm, dry bed that night.
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In an age where somebody with a Union Jack in their window would normally be avoided and whispered about, this April the capital embraced the flag in a way not seen for a generation. London changed; it was a different place, a place full of patriotism, sentimentality and royal memorabilia. A place full of romance, rebellion and republicanism. It became a fascination for me, to see the public response, the retail frenzy and the romantic fallout.
From the staunch royalists to the diehard republicans, the street parties raged.. Subjects or citizens? Old punks who subverted the Union Jack now wear it in an ambiguous gesture. Young girls shed tears, make up runs, crowds gather to stare through café windows, children are squashed against railings. The shops of Regent Street try to milk the shoppers for everything they can, declaring their loyal support and well wishes to the happy couple. Neat rows of flags flutter against backdrops of chimneys reminiscent of almost forgotten childhood moments from 1977.
Images of Kate are everywhere; hand drawn, painted, reproduced, appropriated for ad campaigns. Dubious characters dress up to sell flags and commemorative copies of the Big Issue. People come as wedding guests to stand in the streets. The ‘Not the Royal Wedding Party’ blends almost seamlessly with the pro-wedding parties surrounding it, all skanking to reggae classics and feel-good soul tunes together. It’s a day I’ll never forget, not for the wedding itself but for the sheer ability of Londoners to throw such a cracking knees-up given a day off, all in the name of two people they’ve never met.
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