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MOVED to an office in Woodstock, Cape Town, a year ago. Some evenings after work I walk the streets, using a camera as an excuse to meet people. It’s an open community and I feel welcome. The streets are the back yards, garages, sports fields and meeting places of the people who live here; sometimes they are kitchens and bedrooms.

I spend most of my time on Gympie Street. It’s a stone’s throw from the hubs of café culture and cool, but stubbornly resists the creep of gentrification.

It was once known for drug dens and gangs, but the most dominant gang I know is the Watermelon Gang.