I travel a lot in my job. The destinations may sound exotic for the non-traveller (Manila, Seoul, Brussels, Bangkok, Delhi) but I encounter very little glamour on my trips. My travel plans mean I fly the lowest cost carrier, have long hours between flights in airports and rarely see more than the hotel (also on the cheap side of the ledger) and a brightly lit meeting room where lunches are chicken wraps and over/under ripe slices of pineapple and watermelon.
As a photographer I have been conscious that there is a story to tell in all this travel but i’ve struggled to make the images work. Other travellers, my initial subject matter, were impossible : everyone’s head is face down staring into their devices, or they are fast asleep. I tried taking pictures of the strange LED lit cabins on long haul flights but mainly succeeded in capturing lots of dark space.
Over the past few months, thankfully, something seems to have clicked. Airports, all so ‘the same’ in their ugly industrialness do have beauty to reveal. Here are a few images that I am planning to put together in a book one day, as a testament to my endless weeks spent travelling.
Tacloban airport was severely damaged in the Super Typhoon in November 2013. In September this year the only planes allowed to use it were prop jobs like these.