The slush seeps through my Doc Martens as I frame a shot of a teenager in a grease-stained flannel shirt, his fingers trembling while he fumbles with a heavy, plastic Super Nintendo box. A tinny radio in the window of the electronics store blares Stevie B’s "Because I Love You," the synth-pop beat clashing with the grim headlines of Iraqi nukes on the morning papers.
I adjust my focus on a slacker leaning against a brick wall, his thermal knit sleeves frayed at the wrists and heavy with the smell of damp wool. Every face in the crowd is tight and hurried, more obsessed with the high-tech pull of 16-bit graphics than the cold wind biting through their ripped denim.
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