Green Market, London. You step beneath the soot kissed arch and the day opens.
The air tastes of citrus, fried batter, and brine. Voices thread through the tunnel and your shoulders loosen as your stride joins the flow.Laughter scatters pigeons and gathers strangers. In black and white the scene feels distilled, all pattern and pace, brick and breath.
The crowd becomes kin. You carry a gentle heat in your chest and the promise of one more good bite just ahead.
Joshua Campbell
Director