In a career spanning over forty years, British photographer Martin Parr has forged a reputation as the great chronicler of modern life. His images—lurid, intimate, and immediately relatable—capture the everyday in all of its visceral strangeness; whether snapping the English working class towelling-down at the beach, or shooting tourists gazing into the Grand Canyon, Parr seems always to be there—an approachable, unthreatening figure (he’s admitted that you need to be “fearless” to do what he does)—camera raised, pacing between the beach towels and ice-cream vans.