Step out onto the cobbles and the concrete. Hear the sledgehammers and the chattering, smell the bark and the fumes. Our cities are a dissonant blend. Stuck under our umbrellas we forget to look. Hurrying, always.
Walk without purpose, watch without prejudice, see what we so often don’t. Contemporary Flaneurs, we now wander our world over. Open your eyes to the urban landscapes we all inhabit and yet feel unattached. Find rhythm and form in that which some call shapeless. Notice moments and memories held in glass, steel and stone