Dispatches from Philadelphia

22.05.2013

Two people in beanies in an open-top sports car at night, one giving a thumbs up

Hot on the tail of Rory’s peek behind the iron curtain, here are a few photos from my time wandering the mean streets of Philadelphia.

Two photos: a street of telegraph poles leading to a tall brick block, and a crashed car with debris on the road at night

Someone in a black beanie and pale jacket stood with arms flung wide against a stone wall

A wide empty lot under a cloudy sky, rows of parked cars and a water tower on the horizon

Two photos: a smiling face on a huge poster, and a mural portrait painted on the side of a brick building

Someone holding a Stiletto All Nude Club sign outside a grill and pizza restaurant at night

Two photos: someone in sunglasses on a busy street of tall buildings, and a battered, stained metal door

A wide beach with tyre tracks in the sand and a small group of figures on the far shoreline

Two photos: a spectator in a cap waving one hand high outside a stone building, and runners with race numbers

Someone in a cap and zip-up jacket gesturing on a busy pavement beneath street signs and an American flag

Two photos: a spectator in a hooded jacket as runners pass tall buildings, and a runner in a white cap and race number

Someone in sunglasses playing a black electric guitar with a white scratchplate on a city pavement by a potted tree

Two photos: someone seen from behind on a city street, and a tall Meatball sign outside a shopfront

A dirt bike pulling a wheelie on a street, its front wheel high beside a chain-link fence and houses

A café wall hung with a large American flag, a Statue of Liberty picture and a No Smoking sign

Someone in a flat cap and work jacket glancing back over one shoulder on a street at night

Two photos: someone sat alone in a strip-lit takeaway, and factory buildings and a chimney beyond a roadside barrier

Someone on a dirt bike in the street gesturing at the camera, a white van and houses behind

Two photos: someone in the open door of a car workshop, and a derelict factory with a tower across waste ground

Small groups of people on a wide, tyre-rutted beach under a heavy overcast sky

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