The return of the mojo...?

I shot these in the Turbine Room at Tate Modern. I like them, they're fitting in nicely with my push back to black and white and the unusual. I never thought I would admit to it, but I may be a closet surrealist. All the evidence is there - the body, the smoking gun, finger prints, DNA...the lot. I've just been in denial. Can't blame myself though, it's such a cliché. I mean really, I'll be studying my dreams next.