Howorth, who lives in Brighton, works on belonging and on cultural identity, and keeps returning to the nostalgia of his own youth in Britain and to time spent with his father. Here he follows the moments when a familiar place tips over into something else, when a landscape or a high street changes. The pictures are calm to the point of silence, and they collect bits of the past just before they are forgotten: the pink and blue of a street in Kent, the faded peach of a Brighton hairdresser's.