I love urban decay. It always reminds me that on a large enough time scale, the idea of permanence is an illusion. As a child I envisioned the world as a static place – never changing, always staying the way I remember and how I experienced it. Oh to stay that naive. Anyway, I pass this dying (could already be dead) used car dealership on an almost daily basis always wondering what life used to animate it. I can just picture a gentleman wearing a plaid leisure suit huryring out to greet you while you kick the tires of the ’78 Eldorado on the lot.
“This one’s a beauty,” he says slicking his hair back and adjusting his gold pinky ring. His pomade smells of desperation.
Do they have any old trucks?
I don’t know what I like more about your blog posts, the imagery or the words. I think you should incorporate your text into the images for the show of work.