It is in the early hours of the morning that one of modern life’s most familiar questions faces you: should we call it a night now, or push on through into the next day? The people in Not Going Home, a new photo book by Mischa Haller, have all taken the second option. Some have gone to soak up the alcohol in their stomachs with a pizza or a kebab. Others have wandered off with friends and new acquaintances in the hope that – maybe, just maybe – the night will never end. They finish up on beaches or grime-flecked streets, reading the morning papers as the city begins to stir.
Edinburgh, 5am, August 1998
