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  Underpass

  Underpass

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

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  Underpass

  Underpass

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

  (2/6)

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  Underpass

  Underpass

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

  (3/6)

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  Underpass

  Riverside

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

  (4/6)

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  Underpass

  Riverside

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

  (5/6)

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  Underpass

  Riverside

  2024

  I met a photographer on the street photographing a woman in a wetsuit outside our local chippy in front of the seascape mural. I asked him if he would do a photograph of me rollerskating in my grandfather’s top hat and wearing my Mum’s pink cape. Generations propping me up. I have always seen cloaks and capes as protection, a way of wearing something that covers you from distress. My Mum’s pink cape is particularly significant and still smells a bit of her.

  The underpass is the place going from and to. A bleak place breaking into sunlight at both ends.

  I want to be free, I want to roller-skate to the end of the world and be powerful. I may be grounded with the river blocking my way.

  Pictures by Frank @thumb_over_the_lens

  (6/6)