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The first time I met Paul was about one year ago. I was in a ceramic shop in Bristol. He stomped into the shop with a smashed up guitar, approached the elderly shop keeper and gave a her a stolen packet of Christmas cards as a gift. He then stomped out. A whirlwind of chaos.
Paul was living rough, and got through the days on a heady mix of alcohol and drugs, peppered with a sporadic hand out of food from the soup kitchen or generous passer by - myself included. When he wasn't high he was low, very low, but they were the only times you could really connect with him on any real level. It was during these times that he would let me take his photo. He wanted to see with some sense of sobriety what toll his life was taking on him.
I always thought that Paul was trapped in some twisted bacchanalia induced hell and that is what I wanted to capture.
Last week I read in the paper that Paul was found dead after overdosing on Spice, a syntehtic cannabinoid that is rife in UK cities.
Paul was living rough, and got through the days on a heady mix of alcohol and drugs, peppered with a sporadic hand out of food from the soup kitchen or generous passer by - myself included. When he wasn't high he was low, very low, but they were the only times you could really connect with him on any real level. It was during these times that he would let me take his photo. He wanted to see with some sense of sobriety what toll his life was taking on him.
I always thought that Paul was trapped in some twisted bacchanalia induced hell and that is what I wanted to capture.
Last week I read in the paper that Paul was found dead after overdosing on Spice, a syntehtic cannabinoid that is rife in UK cities.
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