Photographs of garbage as evidence of the last vestiges of freedom

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It was a chance encounter with the fella renting jet ski's on a beach in Zante, Greece that taught me a lesson about stigma.     As a boat load of drunk youngsters from Laganas turned into the bay and started to tie up at the jetty all I said was that our day would now be ruined as the zoo had arrived. He quickly put me straight. 'You don't get it do you? You have nothing to connect with them, they know how to enjoy themselves, something you seem to have forgotten'. He was right but then I wasn't entirely to blame. I'd seen the newspapers and the tv documentaries about Laganas which, as my new friend had just pointed out, presented a one sided view. You could, like me, then believe it was the closest thing to hell on earth occupied by savages.  Eh perhaps not ? Think about the demands and pressure which come with adult life where responsibility and constraint are demanded? Do we really want to embrace societies controls?  If you are going to be imprisoned then why wouldn't you kick and scream in protest? I thought about how I might show this other viewpoint with my camera and two days later visited Laganas at 5am in the morning, collected rubbish left from clubbing the night before. At one point reaching behind the legs of a local man who sat on a kerb to pick up a discarded flower, he looks at me puzzled as I smile and put it in my carrier bag.  I pick up a crumpled five euro note that's fallen from somebody's pocket. I construct a light box and for the next two days shoot still lifes of what I have collected as if to show respect to the garbage I had collected because after all here were young people experiencing the last vestiges of freedom.