One camera.
One lens.
The whole world.
"The constraint is not a limitation. It's the whole point."
Rome, last year. I was queuing at the Forum — thousands of years of history, people from everywhere on earth pressing through iron gates — when I spotted a man reach into a gap in the wall and pull out a bottle of water. He was selling it to tourists. You don't need to buy water in Rome. There are fountains all over the city, completely free, colder than anything you'll find in a shop.
I knew I had a shot. I reached into my bag, switched lenses, looked up. He was gone. The image I had was blurred.
I stood there for about a minute. It wasn't the first time this had happened.
So I made the decision. One camera. One lens. From that day: my Fuji XT-1 with a 35mm equivalent. Later I switched to a Fuji X100V — a camera that has only one lens, a fixed 23mm, built in. It fits in my coat pocket. Some days, literally in my pocket. You stop looking like a photographer with a bag full of glass. You look like someone standing in the street. And the distance between seeing something and capturing it collapses to almost nothing.
A fixed lens changes how you think about a frame. You can't zoom your way to a better composition. The only answer is to move — closer, further, left, right. To commit to the shot you have, or to earn a different one with your feet.
Getting physically closer to someone is how you capture what's in their face. Not a longer lens. You. Actually being there. The X100V fits under a coat. I don't stand out. I look like someone waiting for a bus, not a photographer working a scene. That invisibility is everything — the best photographs are the ones people don't know are being taken.
The Roman Forum. The shot that changed everything.
Dublin, 2025. I was walking south from O'Connell Street, heading to the Palace Pub in Temple Bar. I crossed onto O'Connell Bridge and the Liffey opened up in front of me — the sun going down between the buildings, the whole river on fire. Straight up with the camera, quick change of focus, and blam. Ninety seconds of light, maybe less. If I'd been reaching into a bag, it would have been gone.
The Liffey from O'Connell Bridge. Ninety seconds of light.
New York is the only city in the world where nobody blinks at anything. West 81st Street, coming out of the Natural History Museum, heading to Central Park. A bus pulled in. A woman in a red coat pushed a pram onto it. In the pram: dogs. Zone focus already set, camera already up — blam. She didn't look at me. Nobody on the street looked at anything. New York is the city that doesn't look at you, which means you can look at it all day long.
West 81st Street, New York.
The UK is home, which means I have to work harder to see it. Porthleven, Cornwall — I was just wandering round the harbour when a man jumped in. Middle-aged, wetsuit, completely committed. Harbour jumping is normally a teenage pursuit. Nobody told him that. Zone focus already set, camera already up — blam. The UK keeps doing that: the ordinary moment that quietly refuses to be ordinary.
Porthleven harbour, Cornwall.
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