Smells of Time - Steve Coel
In you comes -
in your sad seven year old ironic tracksuit and pair of box fresh.
In you comes -
looking for deals on the bar board behind the counter.
In you comes -
doing quick sums and ordering a dozen shots with your release money which you quickly shares out to punters who aren't interested.
In you comes -
barely missed and completely blitzed, just another forgotten madman.
In you comes -
a madman bent by routine;
a madman twisted by addiction;
a madman caught in the to and fro of the outside which has turned its back and good riddance.
In you comes -
smelling of time.
Documentary Fiction Photography
Steve Coel
