Through the swinging of arms and legs you might start to understand. You might set your feet, fold your arms, breathe in sweat, and start to understand. You might sense the violence, catharsis and celebration, and start to understand.

Hardcore music will make you understand.

The patterns and movements of a community: you can’t learn them unless you attend. And most attend like it’s religion.

Faithfully, Usually collects images of hardcore scene devotees in London, Ontario: young people alive with the music's purpose and at home with its ferocity.

The project reveals the rules and cues attached to this group: the postures, uniforms and rituals; how everyone flows together and knows what to do.

These movements offer as their insight a lament for me as the photographer. I’m at an age where I can only mimic the ways in which the subjects in these photos respond to this music. I still feel these impulses, but not like I used to; not like these people, who, in these photos, at least, still call on these instincts to set their inner flames ablaze.

Youth’s full embrace lasts only a limited time, you see.