Owe Me Nothing

No artifice, just pure documentation of the human condition. No concept, no narrative, no creative premise beyond the exchange itself.
This ongoing anthropological project is an attempt to reveal honesty. London is a transactional city.
Every interaction has an angle, a cost, a reason. Except this one. These people owe me nothing. No social obligation, no payment, no future relationship. I owe them nothing back. 

What happens when you remove debt from an exchange between strangers?
Some people drop the version of themselves they maintain for everyone who knows them, simply because I don’t know them and likely never will.
These portraits are evidence of that. You can see it in the variance – faces that are open, closed, curious, bored, generous, withheld. 
The range is the work. 

It shows what people are willing to give to someone who can’t give anything back. The images are humanistic not because I’ve made them that way, but because the exchange itself is. Someone asks. Someone stops. Something passes between them.