Sometimes I feel like I’m here only because you’re here. You seem to know what you’re doing. Everybody else does. Dispersed, backs to the wall, backs to each other, it’s claustrophobic, it’s loud, and the only conversations happening, happen between two people dipping in and out of my aural nerve.
Out and about at night, a controlled set of morals and fluent in what is deemed cool, acting the part seems to be far from what we could call real. Situations become more like plays, we huddle and form to our corners, we watch each other as morals droop through the liquid death and soon the ones that are acting out could be considered the real as we, the ones on the sidelines, are still standing trying to wonder if we're doing it right..
the bridge, the hoodlums and the bus driver who stopped to see what we were doing
Untitled 2009. Models: Alex Davidson, Miri Davidson. Assistants: Zac Langdon-Pole, Rebecca Boswell, Kate Roydhouse
Untitled 2009. Models: Dawson Clutterbuck, Kate Roydhouse, David Pickett
Untitled 2009. Models: ? (Bus Driver)
Everything is so different from the next. I don't know what to think anymore
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