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Chris Shaw's "TPH" documents the eleven years of his life spent living in a London public housing project he nicknamed the Tufnell Park Hilton. Printed and bound like a fold-out city map, Shaw's photographs of roommates, lovers, bookshelves, and other details of his apartment's interior scatter and flow and spill onto other pages, forming a multifaceted physical memory. Here and there, Shaw adds anecdotes, the text twisted and distorted, perhaps to resemble the state of his memories.

“Bare floorboards, old linoleum, mcgivered plastic pipes held up with string on the exterior, dark and dank, tip rat furniture, no fridge, no washing machine, sleeping on a mattress on wooden pallets bedroom window cracked the cellophane holding it together, making tea then using powdered milk… No proper lock on the front door a mortice lock in the middle—letting people out. frosted glass panels punched out replaced by cardboard for too long until I bought a Paine of glass and fitted it myself.”
― from “TPH” by Chris Shaw

Stitched and folded by hand; case may show slight twisting, and spine may feature creases.