Stafford was a homeless man who approached me at the bus stop outside North Sydney Station one day and asked me for a cigarette (before you wonder, I don't smoke anymore!). I handed him a couple of smokes, and we sat together for a brief time at the bus stop smoking and chatting. Stafford asked me to take his photo, nodding at the big camera around my neck. I often carry around an SLR camera.
Talking to Stafford was awkward. He seemed to be a nice man, but he'd go off on these tangents, chattering away, without waiting for a response. It's as though he'd forget you were there when he was talking.
Stafford had been on the streets for a while. He used to have money. He used to be an architect before life took a downward turn, pushing him to live on the streets. At night he'd camp around Hyde Park, but not always. There was no fixed sleeping place for him.
That was some time ago. I often wonder what became of Stafford. He wasn't young. He might have found a boarding house. He might have found old relatives to take him in. He might be dead.
These photos were taken with Ilford HP5 black and white film and an old Canon EOS. Old school, with all the grain. Hand developed with an enlarger and chemicals. It's a dying art.