A memory: my mother and I going out for a walk in the early evening; looking in at peoples’ lives through the windows of the houses we passed. I still hold on to that fascination and it has been amplified since I took up photography. Window-panes perform a kind of magic, as interior worlds are revealed and outer worlds reflected.
There is one ‘photo I didn’t take’ from my Barcelona days. Walking back to work after a lunch break, I happened to glance through the dark frontage of a hairdresser’s and caught sight of the miraculous reflection of a silver-haired woman looking into a mirror – ‘looking back’ at me from the reflected world.
