16 5 / 2013

I can’t stop looking at this photo (Hackney Flowers, by Stephen Gill). It looks like a golden afternoon I’ve had, at a place I’ve maybe been, with stuff that could easily have come from my jacket pocket or the floor of my first car’s backseat. Little balloon ends like flowers or (I can’t be the only one who thinks this) sphincters. Curls upon curves, the smell of gravel and sun-toasted cloth upholstery. 

I can’t stop looking at this photo (Hackney Flowers, by Stephen Gill). It looks like a golden afternoon I’ve had, at a place I’ve maybe been, with stuff that could easily have come from my jacket pocket or the floor of my first car’s backseat. Little balloon ends like flowers or (I can’t be the only one who thinks this) sphincters. Curls upon curves, the smell of gravel and sun-toasted cloth upholstery. 

(Source: pdnphotooftheday.com)