Okay. So this isn't really art.
It's just me and Arab and twenty years later.
Back in the day we didn't have a care in the world. Every weekend my mum would drop us down at the ramp and we'd hang out there all day. Amusing ourselves, hurting ourselves but generally staying out of trouble. It was only a mini ramp and it was a good ten miles away but as long as we could get there that was all we needed.
So why then do we look so f**king miserable?
The second shot was taken 20 years later. After experiencing school, college, umptine jobs, women, alcohol, drugs and cigarettes... to name a few things.
At first I thought it was strange that in the second picture we should have the weight of the world on our shoulders but actually, now I think about it, maybe life does get better as you get older.
Peace,
FLAT
1 comment:
fucking chavs
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