John spent the morning looking for a gun, and the afternoon driving me around downtown Detroit. It's at once very familiar and totally disorientating. People live here. They have ten-foot cyclone fences around their yards, kids toys on the verandah, and burnt-out crack houses next-door. Crazy-eyed teenagers scan the street a thousand times a minute; vacant-eyed women with mad hair shuffle along sidewalks. Ten year old kids loiter with palpable intent.
You don't stop at signals, shit, we didn't even get out of the car. We backed out of streets. Often. Half these pictures were taken as the car was moving, most of them through tinted windows.
