Polly has lived and worked in London since graduating from the University of Brighton in 2001, having studied Editorial Photography under Magnum photographer Mark Power. Since 2000 Tootal’s topographic project Somewhere in England has taken her travelling to undisclosed anonymous landscapes, shooting mainly at dawn or twilight, so that these public spaces devoid of people appear other-wordly. Using a medium-format Arca camera allows for large highly detailed images that emphasise architectural structure and the lay of the land – an approach influenced by the work of Bernd & Hilla Becher and Lewis Baltz.

Tootal’s work has won numerous awards including the Prix Du Public Vile D’Hyeres Photographie 2015 and The Association of Photographers Award – Landscape Series 2010. Her commissions include the Southbank Centre & Hayward Touring Exhibition London – her work being exhibited alongside that of Walker Evans – print features in GUP and LVMH, and in 2015 Princess Charlotte Casiraghi of Monaco for Madame Figaro magazine. Tootal has held solo and group exhibitions at galleries and cultural institutions in London, San Diego, and notably at the Palazzo Rialto in the Venice Architectural Biennale 2014. Her work graces private collections in the USA, Europe, and the UK.



  • Prix Du Public Vile D’Hyeres Phographie 2015
  • Association of Photographers Assistants Award, Landscape Series Winner 2010
  • Publications
  • Les Recontres Philosophiques De Monaco
  • Alvar Magazine
  • GUP magazine
  • Madame Figaro Magazine
  • LVMH Magazine
  • Exit Magazine


Essay – Matthew Parker

Polly Tootal is a photographer of British landscapes, yet the landscapes she registers are not likely to be found in any popular chronicle of the land, rejecting as they do the obvious beauty or grandeur of things and instead existing in the spaces in-between, the ones that are passed through every day, so nameless as to be embedded deeply into our consciousness and then forgotten. Perhaps this is why then, despite their surface anonymity, they all seem so uncannily familiar to me.

Polly has talked about a continued fascination with the landscape, and it’s true that there is something obsessive about the scale of her project, the way in which she wants to map modern Britain, creating an extraordinary record of this place that she has always lived.

She uses medium and large format architectural cameras in her work. The work is deliberate. Nothing is frenetic. The gaze is always fixed and level, undiscriminating in focus. Each image is the final act of a slow and considered performance. On the surface the photos seem unadorned. There’s no processing or manipulation afterwards. No smoothing of the rough edges. There’s a piss stain on the side of a building. Even the litter remains. Starting before dawn and working through the day into the dark, Polly travels Britain looking for her subjects, looking out at “everything we see, might see, have driven past, or rather have missed, not noticed.” Instinct still has a lot to do with the initial selection. It’s gut feeling, a subconscious awareness of the potential energy of space.

When she finds a subject she sets up and waits for the right moment. She only takes a few exposures of the same landscape.

It’s no surprise to discover the Bechers are an influence, but compared to their typological surveys, her project is loose, deceptively objective, varying from image to image. Not concerned with the repetition of specific elements. Not so narrow in its vision. Instead, with each unique image, there’s a subtle vein of drama, an eye open to the strange and the exotic, the mundane and the obscure. Not limiting herself to specialised projects or adhering to restrictive formal rules, she instead takes an interest in atmosphere, humour, light and tone, looking to craft a delicate mood or declare a truth about a place. The ultimate goal is of a complex story, a vast and wide-ranging index of the British landscape and a store of unrelated yet connected images.

Common elements hold the project together. The images often lie upon thresholds and boundaries, liminal zones, between urban and rural, leisure and industry, lived in and discarded. Polly is interested in “places where abandoned industry mixes with functioning architecture and development, spaces left awaiting completion or areas of recent renewal.” Whether suburban, urban or rural, the subjects have, for the most part, been seen from the road; discovered and observed from the inside of a car. This might be another reason for the strange familiarity the images possess, their sometimes-disturbing déjà vu. I think to myself, how many times have I passed this place? Unknowingly drinking it in and storing it inside. Warehouses, business parks, shopping centres, waste-ground, motor- ways, car parks: the non-places that quietly fill up our lives, the sites of transience. Maybe I’ve seen none of them, but I am certain that I know the Little Chef, this stretch of motorway, that patch of industry, this housing estate.

The flip side of anonymity is universality. The universal anonymity of these photos tells me another story of modern Britain. It whispers of the silences of sterilised life, the hypermodern, supermodern, whatever you want to call it illusion that history has reached an end- point, the lie that there are no more wars here, that there are no more noises to be made, no more dramas. Banality, apathy, convenience. The Americanisation of the landscape, the triumph of the cost-benefit analysis and the. middle manager and the out-of-town shopping centre.

Some of her images have a whiff of slick professionalism too. Some mirror the antiseptically glorious billboards selling newly built suburban neighbourhoods or stylish urban dwellings. But this is an irony: her images aren’t selling what they represent. They’re offering other things. They’re turning real estate and commerce into an abstraction, making aesthetic objects of ugliness, creating spaces by which to enter into jokes, stories, ideas, useless thoughts, emotions, beauty. It’s an odd and unnerving beauty. Often it’s laced with melancholy. Sometimes with menace and dread. Occasionally the humour is resolutely British, a sly wink, a visual joke and a dash of the absurd.

Internally, there’s a peculiarly blank balance to the images. They possess a perfection of composition that threatens to cancel out visual tension. And yet the images are still tense. The tension they lack is replaced by others. One is of narrative possibility, the suggestion of the story that is inherent in the landscape itself, the drama that has happened or will happen off-camera.

A second comes when viewing the work as a whole. When the images are grouped together there is a sustained or fabricated neutrality, something approaching a rigorous oppression. It arises from the meditative repetition of these perfect, depopulated images. We are not at ease, because we know the real world is rarely this neutral. Denied modulation but encouraged to think poetically, we’re aware of what’s been left outside.

And what has been left outside? Well, people, of course. There are no people in these landscapes. There are no moving objects either. There are no bustling, vibrant markets. And there are no stunning vistas that haven’t been touched by the modern world. If there is woodland there is a motorway bridge towering behind it in monumental silence, if there is a valley there happens to be a cement factory, if there is a quarry there is a housing estate it seems to be at war with. But for all these things it’s the absence of people that I find most interesting. Despite these being landscapes I feel as if they should be there. I find myself yearning for them. But I admire the fact that they will not come. Human portraits are not needed. If you know how to look, these rigorously poetic landscapes tell a story enough.