I was dull and exhausted after a long evening flight. I never thought Birmingham would be a city of any particular appeal for me. But at the airport, someone was playing the theme song of Amélie on a piano in the middle of the beehive buzz. I was immediately elevated from the fatigued indifference of the traveller. And when I sat down at the bus stop in the city centre I suddenly saw myself staring back at me.

An unedited architectural collage. It also reflects my recent interest in and project about selfies.