Following the Fox

Lon­don, early 2010s. One night near Baker Street I heard a strange cry out­side my win­dow and looked down to see a red fox cross­ing under the street lamp. It moved quietly, sure of where it was going, and then it was gone.

The next morn­ing I went out look­ing for it. It was long gone, of course, so I tried walk­ing the way it might have walked, paus­ing where it might pause, look­ing where it might look. I fol­lowed it all day through streets I had never seen and star­ted noti­cing what I had been walk­ing past for years: shad­ows, empty corners, the small geo­met­ries of the city.

That walk quietly changed the way I pho­to­graph. These instax prints come from those years, when I star­ted let­ting the city lead.