My fellow students and I held a poll for the name of our MA postgraduate final show. I’d been proposing the likes of Unknown Pleasures, Ghosts Of The Real, and Piercing The Opaque Threshold Of The Now (!) The winner was Adrift, and while it took me a while to connect with it, now the show’s over it seems prescient of the brave new world of photography we’ve stepped into. Or maybe it’s just me, having sailed my boat up and down a lost river buried under the streets of Southwark for the past six months. I think I’ll stay adrift for a while longer before throwing any anchors overboard.