I sat on the window sill of my old apartment in North Melbourne for a few days watching the world go by making these images. Nineteen highly voyeuristic, arguably inconsequential moments of history. More questions are raised than answers supplied. Every image is a story. Who are they? Where are they going? What are they holding? What are they thinking?

My favourite elements of this collection lie in the subtleties in the images. Noting small aspects of their outfits and how their choice of clothing reflects the weather. The muted, uncontrived expressions on their faces and the sense of movement in their frozen poses. Even the half cropped cars and the random unidentifiable limbs popping into some of the images hold their own unique intrigue.

Personal highlights amongst the images include the strange synchronicity of two nondescript young Asian females in uncannily similar outfits and in almost identical poses and what my imagination has decided is an underhanded, corrupt exchange of documents.

These images could be of you, they could be of me. They could be on one of a million street corners in the world. They act as a visual time capsule, existing humbly - merely for the sake of existing.