Imagine you heard about a photo portrait project that focussed on people who were “lost.” You’d imagine all sorts of intense gazing and existential crises and an overwrought statement from the artist describing how they felt the lens was like a liferaft for them. Wouldn’t you? I would, but in the case of Caroll Taveras’ new show at Mother London we’d be dead wrong because this features subjects who aren’t metaphorically lost, they actually don’t know where they are.
Mother have been sending teams of people out into east London on the hunt for these literally lost souls, they are then persuaded to go to the agency’s office, photographed by Caroll in her Polaroid Photo Studio and sent on their newly-explained way. It’s not made clear whether taking part is a quid pro quo of actually being directed but it’s a cheeky, playful project which has led to a genuinely unpredictable cross-section of subjects, and as you’d expect a host of great photos.
Set up to create “a record of the moment the world came to east London (and got a bit lost)” it’s enjoyably leftfield as Olympics-inspired projects go and the dedicated Tumblr is a pleasing place to muse (if you must) on the changing face(s) of the area.