‘At A Crossroads’ – A3213, Victoria (1945)

A man in a doorway shedding his sleeping bag like a skin in order to take a call on his phone. Local buses, (inter)national coaches and a reimagined routemaster. ‘Afternoon tea’. Tradition layered upon tradition. The contested space. Various forces vying for pole position, on the grid, at the lights.


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