Watching Me Watching Them Watching You
Andrew O’Hagan: Surveillance, 9 October 2003
“... young man leaving a café in Old Compton Street and crossing the road holding a letter; an elderly lady who seemed to be talking to herself in Rupert Street. I wanted to see the street market and asked Nigel to go to Berwick Street. All the barrows were loaded with produce.‘How far in can you go?’He smiled, pulled on the joystick, and in seconds he had ... ”