Barbican dream.

I went to the Barbican Centre when I was a child, I’m sure of it, despite any evidence. I dreamt about it ever since - a dark staircase, labyrinthian balconies, golden faces, weird light. I realised when I returned this year and had a proper explore of the estate (as opposed to visiting the centre for concerts and exhibitions), that I’d never really been around the estate before, certainly not as an adult. Like many photographers it seems, I became a bit besotted and time froze.