About
Nothing is constant in the street. Memories are lost in the thrash. Traces of empathy in the pavements and no one dared to look. Thoughts all go down the contaminated drainage. Rules are made to be broken in the street.But I keep loving the street that won't promise to love me back.
Documenting the streets with names that don't have meaning and constantly changing.
Welcome to the boredbone street. All photos are taken by me using black and white film exclusively.
Twitter: @boredbone
© Joven DelaCruz Photography
Follow my tumblr art: boredbonedraws.tumblr.com
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