There is a moral dilemma in photographing those who sleep rough. Walking around the CBD of Sydney, they are in concrete abundance. Not to see them is not to see what is going on.

Yet there is a sharp power gradient here, a cliff of privilege and unacknowledged sheer luck that separates us the pedestrians from they, the dwellers and shelterers.

For street photographers not to tackle this social issue is to foster a blind spot. However, using individuals without their consent, photographically doxxing them is problematic.

I have taken identifiable photos of the homeless before, but it always felt a little dirty. Now I think it makes more sense both aesthetically and morally to anonymise, blur the boundaries, and capture images from a place of we/us.