A small turquoise bathroom sink with two clear plastic knobs, a chain attached to the right knob, and a bar of soap nearby. On the left, a transparent glass soap dispenser is on the countertop. To the right, a green bottle of Harpic toilet bowl cleaner and a yellow disposable razor are visible. The background features a turquoise tiled wall with decorative patterned border tiles.

A messy, unmade bed in a room with floral wallpaper, a framed portrait above the headboard, and a wooden chair to the right.

A pink upholstered armchair in a vast, arid desert landscape under a clear blue sky.

An abandoned car overgrown with grass and surrounded by trees and bushes in a forest setting during daytime.

An old kitchen with a vintage stove, a large cooking pot, a wooden chair, cluttered bulletin boards, and various notes and papers on the wall.

I’ve always had a deep love for photographing abandoned places. It was—and still is—my first true passion when it comes to image-making. There’s something about how things age over time, untouched by human hands for months or even years, that I find both beautiful and peaceful.

Over time, I’ve realised that this connection runs deeper than just the aesthetic. It’s all very familiar to me. I find comfort in photographing the spaces I grew up with.

I was raised in the countryside on a small, farm-like property, where abandoned buildings dotted the yard and old farm machinery was scattered around. There were old huts hidden in the chestnut woods at the bottom of the field, and streams ran along either side of the property where I would catch sticklebacks in jam jars. Often, it was just me, alone, wandering the fields and woods nearby. My great-grandfather lived in an old caravan tucked away at the edge of my father’s small field. As a child, I would explore it often, and I can still see it clearly in my mind: the roof caved in from years of rain and neglect, ivy creeping up the walls, and a bird’s nest resting in the fireplace. I only wish I could have known him and his home before its demise.

The old, abandoned railway carriages my father used to store various things became my playground. I was surrounded by these forgotten spaces from a young age, and they’ve always felt like home to me. That’s why I still feel drawn to explore abandoned places today. There’s a surprising comfort in these spaces—they bring me a sense of peace when I’m exploring them. Sometimes, it feels almost profound. I’ve even found myself visiting certain places over and over, seeking that same feeling again and again.

This work, then, is a tribute to everything abandoned and forgotten—the emotions those spaces evoke. It’s an ongoing project, one that will continually change and evolve, just as I do. The spaces I document and the subjects within them will shift, but the feelings they evoke will always stay with me.

Old rusty metal container, small glass bottle of Quink ink, and a red and black container on top of a vintage microwave oven.

Empty wooden corridor with tall windows on the right, a single chair on the left, and arched ceiling details.

An old pink bathroom sink with dirty, crumpled towels inside. The sink has two faucets and a soap sponge on the edge. There are bottles and clutter underneath and papers nearby.

A doll with curly blonde hair lying on its side on a rough surface with a blurred background.

Wooden wardrobe with clothing on the left and shelves on the right, containing boxes and folded clothes.

A worn, peeling pink wall with a small wooden desk and a chair against it. A black lamp extends from the wall above the desk, casting light.

Two old, broken television sets stacked on a wooden box in a dark, abandoned room with a cracked wooden floor.

An old, abandoned van covered in rust and grime, overgrown with bushes and trees in a wooded area.

A row of dirty, old sinks mounted on a tiled wall in a dimly lit public restroom.

Old, vintage television on a scratched, dark wooden cabinet with bottles and medication on top. Tennis racket leaning against wall and a pile of newspapers on dirty, dusty floor near a closed, worn white door.

An old white wooden chair with a white garment draped over its back, placed near a weathered window in a room with peeling paint and dust on the surfaces.

A small rustic hut with thatched roof, surrounded by tall palm trees on a sandy beach under a blue sky with a few clouds.

An abandoned motel with a large fading sign reading 'Royal Hawthorne Motel' and graffiti-covered building in a desert setting with palm trees and mountains in the background.

An old, dirty sofa with torn upholstery and abandoned clothes, in a cluttered, dusty room with sunlight coming through the windows and curtains.

Large roadside sign in a desert landscape with blue sky and mountains in the distance, advertising 'BUN BOY' and 'IT' with an arrow pointing to the left.

A pink weathered building with a metal roof, situated next to a tall palm tree, under a bright blue sky with scattered clouds.

Faded Remains