May I present my mate Marcus in Piteå, Norrbotten. Photo taken back in 2022. For many years I have documented Swedish skinheads and have had a few small exhibitions in Göteborg and Öland. My idea is to document the wide variety of personalities that exists within the culture, with different lives, plans and dreams. I usually let the people speak for themselves, but Marcus hasn't spoken up yet (I hope one day he will), so at the moment the photos of him will have to speak for themselves. Skinhead culture is one of the most multicultural cultures there are, within its own frames. We exist all around the world and we come in a variety of colours and shapes. We truly connect beyond borders. All because of the clash between jamaican music and british working class style back in the 60's. Eventhough I myself am a quite lonely skin far away from the next one, I am forever thankful for being part of it and for all the good people it has brought into my life. Such as Marcus.
I get a kick out of finding things so obscure and uninteresting that they do not even have an English wikipedia article.
Like the Swedish (really popular in the north) fast-food dish "Parisare"... the Parisian.
A size of thick sausage instead of a hamburger patty, often server with mustard, ketchup, and relish. Think bologna, just not as chewy as rubber as some bologna has a tendency to be.
Dug the van out of the snowdrifts earlier and got an evening cruise in. Damn it's so beautiful around here. Our 5 days of -30°c finally broke today as well.
The night holds a special kind of magic—one that sparks the imagination and invites dreams to dance in the moonlit realm.. Dual image post
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