Tag: Jacopo Quaranta

Naomi was my neighbour, and the first person in London to say ‘hello’ to me. A strange woman, I thought… Yellow eyes, violent mood swings, desperate cries, and a lot of anger. She allowed me to photograph her.

She was always drinking and talking to herself: an internal monologue about war, rape, and her family who didn’t want her anymore.
Her dad had said ‘call me when you’re sober, otherwise don’t bother’. Only her older brother Thomas still passed by to take care of her.