All The Lonely People is an ongoing archive of photographs capturing lost and discarded gloves I’ve found over the past eight years. Each glove holds the space of a loss: a missing hand, an absent person, a quiet displacement. These forgotten objects, once extensions of the body, now linger in public spaces as traces of those who have moved on.

What began as a simple act of noticing had evolved into an inadvertent chronicle of change, particularly during the Covid-19 pandemic. The archive reveals a shift in materials and forms, documenting the rise of safety-wear — latex and nitrile gloves abandoned on pavements, in gutters, on railings — marking an era of heightened caution and collective anxiety.