38 : The Death Of A Suburban Solicitor
A photograph of an unknown man, a man of consummate style, a man who came to me via a plastic bag full of old photographs. He doesn't deserve to be nameless, he deserves a back-story as finely designed as his clothing. He was an accountant, a town hall official, maybe a solicitor. He lived in a smart villa in the suburbs. He married and had beautiful children. He perished in the mud of Flanders.