Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel
Small Pockets
Here -
Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..
Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet litter grassed up valley roadway..
Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of strong lager..
Where...fallen brick slices postered railing..
Where...bottom shelf goods are swallowed by small pockets..
is the place language comes to die.
Note: Speeding cars, shoplifting fights, Sunday league arguments...can all turn a simple stroll into an inner city symphony of sorts...a human soundscape that is probably being repeated almost everywhere...Steve Coel
