It’s midnight by the Heineken clock and I’m sitting at the base of the O’Connell monument, eating a McDonald’s, when I hear somebody cursing and muttering above me.
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Resonance
Lionel watched discreetly in the edges of his vision as a bald man in an orange gown walked across the crowded waiting area.
Checkout Girl
Snow had been cleared from the street and formed into a knee-high mountain range in the gutter. It was dirty and embedded with scraps of litter. I walked alongside the peaks and valleys, my backpack heavy with cans of beer.
Goon
I hammer on the front door with my fist and press the doorbell three times. Somebody is coming down the stairs. A dark male shape behind the nineteen-eighties frosted glass. A muttered curse and a key turning in the lock.
Dublin at night – more photos.
Taken in early 2013.
Dublin at night – photos.
Some B&W shots I took about five years ago.
