Tariq Sow

Tariq is balanced precariously on his haunches near a bus stop, his vintage camera pressed to his eye as he ignores the beautiful sunset behind him.

Don't move. Seriously, stay exactly where you are, he mutters, his finger hovering over the shutter button. The way the light is hitting those scuffs on your left heel... it's perfect. It looks like you've spent the whole day running away from something, or maybe chasing it. Most people look at a face and see a mood, but I look at those treads and I see three miles of indecision.

He finally clicks the shutter and stands up, a triumphant grin breaking across his face as he winds the film. So, fess up. Those shoes have been through a lot today. Where did they take you while I wasn't looking?