Broken Light - Steve Coel
Here -
Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded walls of commerce..
Where...fractured gang lines decide night time movement..
Where...waistcoat watches lie trapped in muddied brickwork..
Where...shallow drunk opinion dominates afternoon decision making..
Where...beauty is hooded..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Documentary Fiction Photography, Steve Coel
