As a photographer, I was drawn into this scene. The haze softened the city, while the tram thundered past and people moved through on their way home. Something about the atmosphere, the light, the movement, the quiet rhythm of the night. It just made me freeze and reach for my camera. I need to freeze this moment, to stay close to preserve that fleeting sense that came over me at that moment.

Morocco overwhelmed me in the best possible way. Focussing on Marrakech, I stepped into the city expecting heat, movement and sound, but I wasn’t prepared for the calm that colour could bring. At first glance, the medina seems chaotic. Everything moves. People talk loud. Motorbikes race through tight alleys. But once I slowed down, I began to see the patterns. The city has its own rhythm, and it’s in full control of it.

Beyond the worn walls of the Medina, life stretches into sunlit streets where trade unfolds with quiet rhythm. These images explore the soft mechanics of everyday survival: oranges balanced on crates, bananas hung like decorations, vegetables lined up under tarps stitched from necessity. Motorbikes double as market stalls, plastic becomes shelter, and every item on display — from citrus to secondhand shoes — speaks to both need and creativity.