Denise Padron Benitez

Late morning at Willowfield, a former secondary school in Walthamstow, London, where my boyfriend and I lived last winter. The school had moved to a new building on the other side of the station, but everything was still there — chairs, tables, projectors, even a piano was left behind. We had a whole classroom to ourselves, I think they used to teach English there. It took us a few days to clean out the room; we threw away piles of forgotten homework, got rid of furniture and wiped off dirty words from the wall. Then it was ours for eight months.