After dark on a Saturday, the streets of Leeds can be a wild place to weave through as throngs of hen parties and clutches of women wander up and down Briggate, out on the town, the tiles, the lash, the razz. 

Undaunted, and armed with a white backdrop and a roll of gaffer tape, I regularly set up a makeshift studio outside the clubs and bars of Leeds on Saturday nights asking women to let me photograph their stilettos, kitten heels, pumps, wedges and platforms. 

Alongside the Saturday Girl portraits, these photographs add to the conversation about what it means to be a woman; asking questions and defiantly avoiding any easy definitions and pigeonholes that are too often seen in the tired old clich├ęs that stagger drunkenly across newspapers and news reports.