Between Columns

Sometimes the city feels like it’s built to make us small.

Stone walls, heavy columns, the kind of architecture designed to outlast anyone who ever stops to admire it. Yet every now and then, someone slips into that space and makes it feel human again.

I caught this man mid-pause - Lunch in hand, headphones on, completely in his own world. Around him, the noise of London kept moving: footsteps, traffic, echoes bouncing off stone. But here he was, still. A single frame of calm set against centuries of permanence.

There’s something about contrasts like this that draws me in, the weight of history against the lightness of a quiet moment. The geometry almost swallows him whole, but his presence gives it meaning. Without him, it’s just architecture. With him, it’s life.

Photography, at its best, does that - finds a heartbeat inside the structure.