Across 110th Street

It was already light when I woke up. More to the point it was already hot. I tried to gauge the time from a few background noises – the chugging & jolting lift in the building, trucks in the street below. Not much help there – the sounds were pretty much the same any time of day or night, apart from the occasional night-time symphony of gunfire & sirens…

What follows is a sharp and evocative account of a young man slipping off track and wandering over to the dark side of the street, Den Browne’s ‘Across 110th Street’ observes beautifully a moment in time within a classic American counter-cultural period.

All photos © Den Browne


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