This series of photographs was taken in the housing estates of South London during the fall of 2012, just before it got really cold.


It is published as a 52 page A4 newspaper and printed by Jim on his Xerox machine.


Dedicated to Bryan Kamy.


"As long as our civilization is essentially one of property, of fences, of exclusiveness, it will be mocked by delusions"

Ralph Waldo Emerson


The housing estates of South London were originally perceived as houses of equal quality. Sadly, quantity quickly exceeded quality and today these towering buildings often seem like distant mountains in the gray fog of London. At the roots of these slowly crumbling bluffs lie little villages of metal and colour.



Across from a red swing-set stands a three metre high fence with barbed wire running across the top. On the other side is a large car park and on the far side of that is a gray wall with a sign on it that reads: "No ball games."


Not once whilst photographing these sites did I encounter a child at play. The eerie emptiness of these play areas reverberates in the brutal fences that encircle them. What purpose do these fences serve? Are they there to protect those within or to prevent their escape? Is it any wonder that Britain is raising a generation of obese introverts when these are their memories of play?


These photographs are not a cry for reform. They are observations of the strange sculptural value of these places. They are objective documents of play areas in South London. They are a reflection on my feelings of constraint, feelings of living in a city.