Quiet Life Vol. 1

No Fixed Address

A first-person documentary project about being without a secure home while continuing to work full-time as a mechanic near Bristol.

For 23 nights during the summer of 2026, I had no secure home to return to.

I was still working, still turning up for shifts and still trying to make ordinary life look ordinary. I slept in my car, then moved to a campsite. The project grew out of the practical routines around that: finding somewhere to park, washing, changing clothes, charging equipment, keeping food and water, and working out where I would sleep next.

View of a coastal landscape with a grassy area, a stone barrier, and a lighthouse in the distance, seen from inside a parked vehicle.
A Room with a View
A car beside the coast during the first days of No Fixed Address. The view could feel like freedom for a moment, but I was still waking on the back seat.
Night view of a laundromat with illuminated red 'RAMADA' sign and washing machines outside.
Ramada Laundrette
I was still going to work every day, so clean clothes mattered. This outdoor laundrette became one of the places where I could keep that part of my life functioning.
Dirty car backseat with clothes, water bottle, and papers inside a dimly lit vehicle.
How to Hide a Bedroom
The back seat of my car made into a bed during the first five nights. By morning, the bedding had to be packed away so the bedroom could become a car again.

I didn’t want to photograph homelessness as a series of dramatic moments because that wasn’t how I experienced it.

Most of it was repetitive and logistical. I needed clean clothes, water, food, somewhere to wash and enough sleep to work the next day. Things that disappear into the background when you have a home became separate jobs that had to be planned.

The car was transport, storage and a bedroom. The campsite gave me somewhere I was supposed to be for the night, but it didn’t make the situation simple. Returning to a room changed the immediate problem, but it didn’t end the project.

Three Phases

THE CAR

Sunset sky with purple and pink clouds over silhouetted trees and buildings, reflected on the surface of a car in the foreground.
The first five nights were spent in the car. The back seat became a bed at night and had to become a car again in the morning.

THE CAMPSITE

Interior of a camping tent with a bed, pillows, and clothing inside, viewed through a large clear window.
The campsite gave me more space, showers and somewhere to leave the tent. It made things easier without making them normal.

BACK INSIDE

A person with a tattooed arm holding a set of keys, including a house key, a red keychain, and a vintage key, standing on a wooden floor.
I regained secure housing on 2 August. The project continues into the adjustment that follows, rather than ending at the moment I got a key.

This is one person’s experience. I am not trying to speak for everyone who has been homeless, and I don’t think there is one correct image of homelessness.

The work is about hidden homelessness, work, survival, dignity and the distance between how life looks from the outside and what is happening underneath it.

Publications

The Big Issue, Issue 1732, pp. 24-27

Homeless in a Heatwave

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Centre for British Documentary Photography

Working but Homeless in Britain

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Invisible People

The Second Shift of Being Homeless

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The i Paper

I live in England’s least affordable city – I have a job but still ended up homeless

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