Time does not hold memories still. It shifts them, subtly and persistently, until they no longer belong to a single moment or person. In this series, I trace the fragile residue of remembrance, where emotion survives, but detail dissolves.
Using creative lenses, long exposures, multiple layers and soft blur, I photograph not what was, but what lingers. These images are not records; they are impressions. Each frame holds a mood, a fragment, a face that may not be hers, or yours, anymore. Just a smile, perhaps, or the shadow of one. A place we once knew, though it feels somehow altered, as though seen in a dream remembered too late.
The work draws on the language of early 20th-century photography, invoking the past not for nostalgia, but to echo how memories themselves are tinted by time. Once vivid scenes become soft and uncertain. Joy wears a veil of melancholy. Clarity gives way to mist.
This is a document of distortion, gentle, human, and inevitable. What was real remains only in fragments. What we carry with us are echoes. And even they are fading.
London, June 2025
