Documentary Fiction Photography
Daytime Armour
In her regulation daytime armour still cracking with coarse whispers and yesterdays broken promise, the young girl pushes her vape shadowed baby carrier pass boarded up pub windows.
Her world is the local high street where each day a bitter grey tide of school friends shamble downhill towards abandoned blue churches and disappearing city light. And it is here plastic shoes will slap into one off needles that litter papered gutters and where, even on dry days, the pavement is always damp.
Steve Coel
