The train goes past, the crowd goes by, the weather does what it does on the other side of the glass, and in the middle of it somebody turns a page. Thirty-six watercolor-inspired illustrations keep that stillness at the center of the frame: a book with its spine cracked open, a mug held against a cold window, a typewriter, a film camera, an old vinyl record player.

None of it is nostalgia. The light is natural and the shadows are deep, and wherever there is motion, blurred figures, a passing carriage, rain, it stays at the margins. The world moves at its own speed out at the edges of the picture. The subject just isn't moving with it.