Black Dog Empire

These pictures were shot just after the wheels had fallen off my life, my belongings were in cardboard boxes and most of my conversation was with my cat. I was running on the fumes and unless I could channel the pain outwards in a constructive manner, it would burrow itself inwards and puncture a hole that would be impossible to heal. This is photography as self-therapy and the hope that street photography can have the same redemptive healing power as Tamla Motown.