I showed some of the women’s photographs at a presentation I gave recently at the Melbourne Camera Club, and while I was collating them I couldn’t help feeling proud at how they are noticing the small details. Seeing the relevance of the sexy picture stuck on the back of a mugs door, or showing the unusual landscape of their domestic lives. I love the single shoe, record and half-deflated bag behind the cowed dog on the floor, and the tea towel, which is like the tea towels in my parents kitchen, folded neatly next to the syringes. But most of all I love the spoon full of heroin sitting on the take away menu.