Alex was on his way back from a skate park near the Central Coast when I saw him. He didn't mind when an absolute weirdo woman stopped and asked if she could ask him some questions for a blog.
"For sure. Go for it."
He's sixteen, with the most gorgeous colour hair. Kind of auburn. He stood straight at me, ignoring his mates hovering around, trying to hear what we were saying.
Alex gave school the flick and is now doing a course similar to Year 10, except it has all these different topics for "the real world" - to help him decide what kind of job to get when he's finished.
He likes soft R&B and some rap. He looked at me so intently I almost blushed. I asked him if he thought young people thought older people didn't understand them.
"Nah. They were young too, once."
He squared himself when I took his photo. I shook his hand goodbye and told him how much I really fucking loved his hot pink studded belt. He laughed.
Most people his age are still trying to fit in. I love the ones that want to stand out.
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Friday Street Talk is an unfolding art project. I'm so grateful and blown away that people say yes to talking with me, trusting me with some snippets of who they are. It keeps changing.
Previous Street talks:
1. Noelene the Young
2. Megan the Mouse
3. Harpal the Australian
4. Darren the Artist
5. Jo the Interesting
6. John the Telstra Guy
7. Michael the Photographer
8. Peg the Lady
9. Jeff the Preacher Man
10. Andres the Cobbler
11. Honey the Prostitute
12. Mark the Masseur
13. You the Blog Reader
14. Jo the Podiatrist
15. Casey the Uni Student
16. Dream the Horse and Carriage Driver
17. Tamas the Hungarian Accordionist
18. The Dignified Trolley Ladies
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