Signs of Dystopia

It was the opportunity to visit a traditional tribal culture that started me wondering about my own culture. By my own, I don’t mean my English Welsh heritage but more the monoculture of blue jeans, TVs and cars that has spread across the globe. The more I looked with my camera, the more it seemed that we live on a treadmill with the speed set too high and no way to get off. Having witnessed a simpler life, progress didn’t look like progress anymore. Disturbed by the way our current system prioritizes profit over people, I made this work at the turn of the millenium while the last great bull market was still running wild.

television 1995

repair shop 1999

airport 1999

bus 2001

parking lot 1997

driving 1995

bus 1997

commuters 1995

consummers 2000

billboard 2007

money mart 2001

film set 2006

airport 2001

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