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Photography: Nick Thomas
Swinging on the carpet hanger like monkeys. We spent summer days climbing metal frames dotted haphazardly around the block.
Paint peeling off revealing the iridescence of old layers of blue, red, green, yellow, and eventually... rust.
There they stood ever-changing, towering over swings, slides, sandpits and crabapple trees. Grandmothers threw rugs over them to beat out the yearly dust in the fresh snowy winters, mothers dried bedsheets during sunny days, fathers and youths did pull-ups, and we... We kids, climbed these like trees and used them for games, they were the real social epicentres.
Shown at Mood Ring, Roodkapje, Rotterdam. Curated by Menno Vuister.
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