This started because I had a massive hangover due to some karoake related parisian shenanagins during a long damp boozy night before. Me and two friends. who also felt fragile, went to Chartier a no booking super popular restaurant. I decided to leave my pinhole in the coat rack while we ate. They thought I was insane, which may be the case, but it’s also true that it worked so I won. Just over a year later, I was on a train in Brazil, which had been recommended by the same two people and I found myself wondering if like the Chartier shot, things would resolve over the course of a long exposure in the way they had in Chartier. Well they did and now I’m cooking with gas. Just what is a photograph anyway? Most people think it is about freezing time. I’m inclined to think about showing an experience. Everybody knows flavour is lost when you freeze anything.