There’s something sublime about taking photographs of everyday modernity. Taking stock in the things that we take for granted as we walk down the street. Streetlights are one of those things that I never really think about until they’re not there and I’m plunged into darkness on a street alone, no longer lit up by a faint yellow hue sparked with safety in mind.

I find that the cold and clinical things of life in 2006 take my imagination the most. I wonder how their stark and mechanical qualities that are supposed to make our life more pleasurable could possibly be made more user-friendly. As we plod along awash in grey steel hues and type away on cream-colored computers all framed by the backdrop of our homes or of nature, I can’t help but wonder how the two worlds couldn’t be made more analogous.

But then again, if they were made more compatible, how would my daily wanders differ if metal didn’t strike such a contrast against a handmade scarf or jumper? How would my days vary if streetlights were less cold hard metal and more kind?