Walter Benjamin was right when he called a city a maelstrom. I’ve been living in London a year and a half, and I still can’t decide what I think of her. First off, I still can’t get my head around how huge this place is: I try to go exploring as often as I can, yet I know I’ve seen only a tiny proportion of the capital. Onto this concrete and tarmac labyrinth is mapped a vast array off human systems – people going to work, trains driving through the tube, beer being delivered to the pubs – which somehow all come together to make this city work. I was thinking about this recently, and it occurs to me that it would be impossible to document all the billions of activities which allow this city to function. Put that way, London is essentially chaos: a three dimensional concrete organism inhabited by a vast array of different people from all over the globe, each with their own story to tell. I think it is this chaotic nature which I find fascinating. Of course, it can also be frightening at times it is unpredictable, and often very violent; it can also be alienating and cold. But something within it’s vastness and diversity intrigues me: there are a billion things going on at once in this microcosm, and trying to document some of them, if just in my own mind, draws me into the metropolis.