It’s simply impossible for me to tire of the dark, craggy, cramped, decaying alleyways of Napoli. Because I find them so beautiful. What is that expression? Life in the streets. But that’s not subtle enough. That has no emotion. No color. No fragrance. I’m just an American who falls in love with corners of places. Pages in books. The picture I see in everything. What do I know about it? Not much. But I love it all the same.
Napoli gang of 11-13 year old boys smoking on the beach for the first time after they robbed a sweets cart.
The unofficial leader of the gang, a tall blond boy, teaches the other boys how to smoke after they bummed cigarettes off kissing teenagers and robbed a food cart and cafe of crisps and chocolates.
Boys playing football in the corner of a small piazza.
photographs copyright Rebecca Price Butler
Write more, thats all I have to say. Literally,
it seems as though you relied on the video to make
your point. You obviously know what youre talking about, why waste your intelligence
on just posting videos to your weblog when you could be giving us something informative to read?
I’m not sure if you’re spamming me in some newfangled way but you don’t seem to be selling anything. Maybe you’re a troll but that doesn’t quite fit either. If this is a performance art provocation, I give you 2/10. This is probably a copy/paste job to randos since I post a lot of writing and there wasn’t a video.
But, hey, you almost had my interest there for a second kiddo. C+ for effort.