Everything leaves an impression. A place, a moment, a quality of afternoon light. In Sanskrit this is called samskara - the trace that experience leaves on the mind, long after the moment has passed.

The beauty of London, for me, lives not in its monuments but in its aliveness. Its diversity. The moments that stay with you without asking permission.

You see something. You press the shutter. You freeze what was alive - in a way, you kill it to preserve it. From your angle, your perspective. Irreplaceable and gone at once.

And yet sometimes the frozen moment is not enough. The photograph asks for more. More of what was felt. More of what memory kept adding, quietly, in the years after.

So colour returned to these analogue images - not to correct the past, but to reimagine it. To mark the places where memory had already intervened. Sometimes with a smile. Sometimes with nostalgia. Sometimes with stillness.

London, re-seen. Not as it was. As it was felt.