A daily life series that explores the cultural identity of the longest street in America, Colfax Avenue in Denver (CO)
On this road, with almost 50 miles of extension, decaying remnants from the gold rush, trucks and caravan era, barely survive on the surface of this road.
Anonymous survivors, people who live or are in transit by this old road, share their life stories that are marked or affected by homelessness or addictions.
GOLD, BONES, DUST & LUST 2018
Generations of men tried to cross from East to West through the main wagon path in what it is now the city of Denver. Everyone lost someone, buried deep in the soil.
Bones and dust.
Where before there was an ocean, now only fossils remain. This path was made out of dust. Bones and dust. Digging deep, blinded by the shine of gold fever. The sun bounces off a river made of cars, crushing stones in its path, one by one. Neon, shining in the dark with endless glow filling up the cracks of that rotten Colfax Av. motel.
Gold, bones, dust & lust.
The sun, the gold, the cars, the neon. Leftovers of human trace that were thrown away like cigarette buds.
Road motel sign. Along the almost 50 miles of road of extension of this street, remains from a glorious past of the car and truck culture from the '50s and '60s are now used for prostitution, drug deals or uses and transitory sleeping places due to the lack of homeless shelters in the city.
Mark, 32yrs old, living in the streets with his wife and two kids, ran away from Oklahoma because of his addictions. In the picture, they are hanging at a road motel on East Colfax Av, to rest and shower after days wandering around the city.
Mark's little daughter, hanging out inside the road motel where his family slept for a couple of days.
Mark's hand touching a flower while we were waiting for takeout Chinese food.
'Jonny B Good', a homeless man who has just been released from jail, hanging outside of a convenience store.
A letter from Billy.
Billy is a homeless man who wanders around Colfax Avenue, asking people for money in exchange for a poetry reading. This letter from Billy consists of the first paragraph of his piece 'The Rain That Falls'.
A couple of girlfriends share a marijuana joint outside of a nightclub in Colfax Av.
An old postcard from an old road motel from Colfax Avenue. On it's back, the text reads 'Stayed Here, July 24, 1966'.
A parking lot in an abandoned strip mall.
Will, age 14
An underage boy who ran away from his hometown in Texas for reasons that he didn't want to discuss.