Stolen cigarettes on astroturf pitches.
Twos on a draw then pedal bike home.
Cars race above too fast.
Isn’t the crash inevitable?
Whiplash Memorial is a reminiscing on the spaces between West London’s memories and architecture. The Ladbroke Grove streets where he grew up is the stage, and Max brings together text, photographs and found material in a cryptic love letter to a flyover. The Westway, which has always fascinated him, takes traffic past Max’s childhood flat on one side and Grenfell Tower on the other. The raised section of the A40 is a concrete artery snaking through both North Ken and Whiplash Memorial.