When I lived in the area Shoreditch in London from 2003 to 2004, the Brick Lane Market was one of my favorite places to go. It was and still is hidden between an open abandoned space and a car park. Every Sunday it became a ritual for me to buy my fruits and vegetables there as a cheap “One pound a bowl” offer. Furthermore there was affordable cheese sweating in the sun, black market cigarettes and absurd household items. I loved to watch the people who called this world their home and had made themselves comfortable there. The beauty of the imperfection and improvisation. Over the years I returned from time to time and could not only witness the transformation and alienation of the district in a dizzying pace but also watch as the once bustling market gradually diminished.
Photos from 2003 - 2023.