A reflection on the sweetness of a quiet exchange. Flowers bought from a shop, 45 years expired film and an afternoon in a garden in spring. This film is processed by hand. Narration by Rosie Thomas.

Pale, Blue

The steel and glass jungle of contemporary London, scaffolded and climbing skywards at breakneck speed. With signs of supposed growth at every turn, a disorientating feeling of falling but never landing pervades. Despite the vast distance between the bottom and the top – the haves and have nots – a softness and a hope for reclamation of the cityscape glimmers at the edges of the 16mm frame.