Beyond the window lies what most call the World and a few the Illusion. When I was young I was told that the people on the other side, of whose beliefs and language nothing is known, decreed long ago that the window should never be covered up.
The essence of Smiths Art (MozArt) was the will to have every Smiths sleeve as well turned out as possible, and it came from an idea I had to take images that were the opposite of glamour and to pump enough heart and desire into them to show ordinariness as an instrument of power – or, possibly, glamour. (Autobiography – Morrissey)
The car window smashed, the briefcase (leather, old-style) taken, the wallet emptied. And now these fragments of a life are scattered on the damp grass by the canal.
Blackpool, Christmas Day. Low season, high winds. The sky swaddled with cloud. The sea restless and threatening. The English seaside resort in winter: shuttered, forlorn, dormant.