East is Easterhouse
I spent a few months helping a friend clean closes in Easterhouse, a suburb about six miles from Glasgow, Scotland. Easterhouse still has a reputation for violence, substance abuse and poor health and it has an air of neglect redolent of so many of the schemes created in the fifties and sixties.
I began photographing the closes as I was fascinated, as a stranger, by the shared spaces between neighbours and the means of visual communications such as doormats, ornaments and general bric-a-brac spilling out from behind closed doors.
Even though I worked during the day in the summer months a lot of the closes were incredibly dark which wasn't helped by some of the paint colour choices.
During my time working there I rarely met any of the residents on a regular occurrence.