Walking through a rapidly changing city, some things disappear before they can even be understood. Tristan documents these places—buildings on the verge of demolition, empty homes, and the traces left behind.

For him, a space is not just a structure, but a result of accumulated memories from the people who once lived there. His work is less about photographing the city, and more about holding onto something that is quietly fading.

Even as everything moves forward at a relentless pace, some things remain. Memories that cannot be easily erased, and traces that continue to resist disappearance. This is a record of one person walking through that in-between.