Few have the instinct for casual intimacy in the way that London-based photographer Alfie White does. Often assuming the role of bystander, White imbues his street photography with a sense of serendipity – we feel like we, too, have stumbled into this moment of closeness. This is true, of course, of his romantic imagery, but extends well into his platonic figures; White’s lens is largely disregarded, seemingly capturing snippets of life thought to have gone unseen.
But even in his portraiture, there remains something transient. In a window or a mirror, at a kitchen table, focus seems fleeting, with life outside of the viewfinder eagerly creeping in at the edges (a couple holding hands; socks on a radiator). White knows well that life moves quickly; through his lens, he reminds us that this is no excuse to stop looking.
