A heady flow of imagery from the streets of the world which harnesses the excesses, exuberance, noise and pollution of the photographer’s peripatetic life.

Executed with “erotico-mystical heat,” these visceral, voyeuristic portraits plumb the depths of the photographer’s relationship with his model and muse—who is also his wife.

Made by a self-described dreamer, these sensual, provocative images exaggerate reality to make us stop, take notice and most importantly, ask questions.

“The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes.”

Atwell’s smartphone street photos are as unpretentious as the life they document. There is no unnecessary visual drama added; no single shot is staged; she never uses flash and never asks.

“My photography is a place where there are no limits. A place where I can be fearless, where I can be whomever I like”—an artist’s boundless creativity, unleashed through her mobile phone.