A visual (and metaphorical) exploration of the parasitic nature of surveillance in London. In this project, i chose to conduct my own personal surveillance of movement of people within busy places in London. Along side this, i grew pink oyster mushrooms as a metaphor for the tangled web of surveillance and data that is buried beneath London's surface. The flesh-toned mushrooms are meant as a sign of surveillance 'getting under your skin'; you can't escape it. Much like the surveillance cameras that seem to grow out of buildings; the mushrooms you see here are only the 'fruiting body' of the whole mycelial system - these oddities grow from a much more complex (and perhaps sinister) web that lies beneath the surface.