Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel
Tight Lips
Here -
Where...muscled acting falls into stolen mosaic underpass..
Where...plastic bag bicycles negotiate pot holed routes to plotted work space..
Where...music is sprayed on to tin wall..
Where...flat motors echo across dry beer yard roof..
Where...fly-tipped sell by dates mischievously clutter loiter behind fenced in side-street..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication