As was often the case, the Pipes Man had spent most of the morning smoking and creeping around places he probably shouldn’t be. However, it was rare he would be so well rewarded.
Upon reaching the roof, he was presented with a composition of decayed textures and patterned fabrics – the juxtaposition, the light, the romance of urban nostalgia: exquisite!
As they fluttered delicately in the breeze, the Pipes Man danced between socks, found ‘striking’ angles at will among cotton pyjamas, and vigorously extended limbs to fire off short bursts at stripey underpants whilst gulping down air to replenish the bellows.
‘Pretty sweet,’ said Gadget.
In the moment, all previous failures vanished. Going in for a close-up, the glowing dog-end on his bottom lip almost burned through the crotch of a pair of faded blue boxers, but it was all good.
Once againi-some of the pictures are really good!
again- not againi!
Thanks for another interesting set
Strong images, I’ve enjoyed trying to imagine which country or areas these chapters have been in. Like the prose used in this one!
Bravo – I applaud the Pipes Man and his creator. The images throughout this series have been great. Really good. Being totally honest out of respect for the work and the project, the text is not as good. Not in its intent or message, but in its craft. I myself have also tried and fallen short in this sort of project. I don’t know if anyone has ever nailed it. I find it annoying when people say to me, “Oh you should see the work of…” But I’ll do just that. I recommend that Pipes Man’s creator spends some time with Samuel Beckett. Here’s a teaser:
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”
Tell me again, what is the “:subject matter being discussed here”?
Beautiful images !