Big events can make street photography easier, but only if you stop aiming at the obvious target. I’m heading to Liverpool for Grand National weekend, not to photograph the racing, but to work the city centre where the real street stories unfold: early-morning pubs, people in finery, high spirits, bad decisions, and that brilliant collision between everyday streets and “special occasion” behaviour. If you want more keepers, the margins are often where the emotion and character live. Read more . . .

Street photography is supposed to be about real life, but the moment you point a camera at a stranger, you step onto an ethical fault line. We wanted to tackle the questions that make people defensive, angry, or quietly unsure: when is candid photography fair, when is it intrusive, and when does a “great shot” come at someone else’s expense?