A click, a whirr and magically an image begins to appear. Not all at once, but gradually, as if the world is revealing itself again. In my visual art practice, Polaroids aren’t nostalgic; they’re a way of paying attention—a way of walking with the city and sometimes, against it. For my relationship to the city is shaped by a gendered experience of space, moving through it with alertness, caution, and a persistent sense of being both visible and out of place.