'Matador' is my awkward air-kiss to Milan. An oblique portrait of the city I'm struggling to call home.
I'd love to say I skipped off the train, turned on a sixpence and effortlessly found the back of the net. But the truth is I arrived in the Winter gloom looking a bit gaunt. Luckily, these days I have more good days than bad.
Since it's not a city that soothes my soul, I use photography as the flaming stick that keeps my inner hyenas at bay. That frictional relationship means there's an element of confrontation at work hence the title 'Matador'. But where I come from we tend to enjoy a wee confrontation, so hopefully there's a little panache in the pictures that betrays the pleasure I took in taking them.
This is not an empirical snapshot of the city. More of a sideways squint. Old school street photography in the sense of subjectively documenting the daily.
I'm not sure what other people will actually make of the pictures. Hopefully they'll love them. Or hate them for all the wrong reasons. Skimming through them I have the impression of an uneasy absence; of something slipping free. Or maybe I'm reading time's arrow in reverse and in fact something is just about to happen ? Maybe something good for a change.