In a large city like London it is quite rare to know ones neighbours. People rush from home, to work and the pub without saying more than a ‘hello’, if that. Since moving to London I had been curious about the next-door neighbours, and it wasn’t until I met the protagonist of this story that I allowed myself to enter his world. Jozsef Franko is my neighbour, but he is so much more than that.
Taken from the book My neighbour Jozsef Franko these images delve into the world of the 88 year old Hungarian man that I have known for 138 days, who has read my palm 32 times and allowed me into the sanctuary of his home, as well as his mind.
Published by Self Published, 46 pgs, 21 × 14.8 cm, Softcover, 2015,