I’ve always felt a mixture of fascination and dread for offices – there is something essentially “grown up” about that world, within which I feel like a directionless, amorphous blob masquerading as a “real person”. This group of photographs set in corporate locations reflects my concerns and obsessions with this kind of environment. It examines how the office, the corporation, political creeds, are constructs created by humankind to serve itself, but have often become self-perpetuating systems. It could be said that people are merely the components in these machines. However, like an authoritarian parent, they do offer some measure of protection, whether physical, financial or psychological, albeit in exchange for some freedom. Is it worth the price? I leave it to the viewer to decide.