A daily life series that explores the cultural identity of the longest street in the United States. Among the almost 50 miles of extension of Colfax Avenue, still home to the comfort provided by motels and neons, this series tries to portrait anonymous survivors. People who live or are in transit on this old road.

Like I was once.


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.