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The ticketing interlude

The first thing that hits as you when you enter the ticketing area of Belgrade’s main station is the smell of piss, then the sudden muting of the urban bustle just outside its walls. We walked in, didn’t see any signs we knew how …

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Mayday

It pissed down all day, the skies soggy like my feet. St. Sava Church, monumental in the true scale of the word, a veined marble behemoth calmly dwarfing the surrounding urban motley. The church of St. Sava has been under some stage of construction since the society …

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Belgrade in Transit

I’ve been shooting from transport – mostly the public variety – for a long time. Travelling by bus or train has been something I’ve done my whole life, and the ebbs and flows of commuting are familiar, no matter where in the world I am. I’ve shot from buses, trains, …

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Day 2, Belgrade

My Mum often asks me “what are you going to do there?” whenever I go somewhere new. “Walk around and look at things,” is the inevitable answer. (My mother probably thinks I’m mad, but is too kind to say so) …

Funny business

At the Museo Casa Diego Rivera, Diego and I were equally bewildered.

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The High Road

Singapore, December 2015 I haven’t lived in Singapore since 1999, but have spent a significant amount of time there in the last 3 years. It’s a topsy turvy process, confronting the strangeness of the superficially familiar. It’s easy for me …