I met Fanny while waiting for the train in a small French town. She was just sitting on the floor in the otherwise empty under-rail corridor where graffiti adorns all walls, smouldering cigarette in between two fingers, too early for her train. She was engaging; I only had a few minutes. Her phone rang, it was her mum. I waited a few. She spoke in wonderful melody the way the French do. I sensed a feeling of solitude.. may be, not melancholy.


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Living in Sydney, I use an SLR camera with 35mm Fx sensor or film. While the grail for me is 'the ultimate portrait', the practice remains mainly street.

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