In SHADES, morning seems to originate in the stillness of a parked car. A leaning smoking woman in a striped shirt has less a shadow more a shadow self – it’s all in the texture of shades. Models clamber on a sand dune (or do they channel it?). A suited up cowboy-man alights a shopping centre escalator while inky-dark ferns track him.

“You’re on your own with photography, on an obscure mission to capture something,” says Beesley. “I don’t often know what I’m looking for but I know when I see it.” Beesley’s range is on show in SHADES, and a David Lynchian eeriness pervades over the familiar.

300mm x 215mm
ISBN: 978-0-646-94961-1