The British Seaside can be one of the most enchanting and magical places on the planet. A mixture of faded Victorian glory with kiss-me-quick caravan chic. It is classless in the way it attracts people from all walks of life to its Grand Hotels or humble guest houses. The British coastal town shows us something that is unique to British culture and our psyche. This was brilliantly captured by Martin Parr in his book "The Last Resort" which was controversial at the time. Parr stepped away from the traditional documentary format of Black & White to shoot in saturated colour with a warts-and-all approach.


However, for me the enchantment of the British Seaside has always been when the holidaymakers have gone with the summer sun and the closed signs go up. These places then take on an almost ghostly quality where the echoes of yesteryear are reflected in the fading pastel colours.


In these series of galleries, I have attempted to capture the spirit and atmosphere of the British Seaside and Brits at play, particularly our eccentricity such as our love of beach huts. The photographs have been processed to create a slightly aged and faded colour look as we find looking through photo albums of past childhood holidays with our parents.