Charlie Hannah cuts a lonely figure, sitting on a bench overlooking a dark, churning sea at night, from the Alone In My Head series by Charlie Hannah ARPS.

Projects

My Projects

The itches that I can't help scratching

I am not usually a "project photographer", but there are some themes that I just can't let go of. I keep coming back for more because it is like a bothersome itch that you can't get rid of. I have a need to take pictures of these subjects and projects. They began during my time in university and were a component of my degree. It is like telling a child not to pick a scab off a cut when you urge me to leave them alone. We all know what happens when it is picked.

the itches that i can't scratch

Charlie Hannah cuts a lonely figure, sitting on a bench overlooking a dark, churning sea at night, from the Alone In My Head series by Charlie Hannah ARPS.

alone in my head

The sanctuary and the trap.

'Alone in my Head' began during my second year of university at a time when my own mental health felt like a heavy fog. It became a therapeutic necessity—a way to externalise the internal weight I was carrying. The camera became a tool to look for my own isolation reflected back at me.

daylight sluggery

Dramas unfolding in the dirt.

Slugs, snails, and puppy dogs' tails—if you are of an age, you know how the old nursery rhyme goes. But where most people see a garden nuisance to be ignored or swept away, I found an obsessive, mesmerizing world of texture and slow-motion survival that I simply couldn't look away from.

A candid street photograph of two pedestrians walking down a street, captured entirely unawares through rectangular mirrors mounted on a stone building wall in Paris.

life in reflection

It's life but in reverse.

I have always hated taking traditional photos of people because of how they freeze or change the moment a camera appears. Shooting through reflective surfaces allows me to catch people completely unawares, capturing them in their most natural, undisturbed states.

A scenic view looking down a stone canal aqueduct on the kennet and avon canal with narrowboats moored along the water during autumn, featuring a lone angler fishing on the towpath under a dense green and yellow woodland.

the cut

Walking the veins of the past.

'The Cut' was the original motorway that drove the Industrial Revolution. It carved through the landscape, reshaping communities and building the modern world. But long after the industry faded, the cut remained—and for me, it was the place where I felt most at home.