Local Trade - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..
Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet shape valley roadway..
Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of blood..
Where...fallen bricks slice postered railing..
Where...juiced radio plays out potent messages to scaffolded local trade..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Documentary Fiction Photography
An 11.59 Publication
