I used to collect Matchbox cars as a kid, finely detailed die-cast metal frames with spinning wheels - I still have them all. They brought me countless hours of joy as a child not because of what they were physically, but because of the rich imagination needed to power them. Photographs now have that same effect on me. They allow my imagination to return back to my parent's living room floor, with a matchbox car in each hand, mustering my best vocal impression of screeching tires and police sirens, and once again becoming lost in a world without rules or boundaries.
Matchbox (2017)
by Jack Simpson
Napa, California
Edition of 20
Oxygen-rich blue skies contrast against phosphoric reds ...