There exists a particular street in Kilkenny which affords residents a view of the glass factory at the end of the road. A bourgeois reading of the Kilkenny series might result in a sort of revulsion at the thought that people might actually want to live on a street next to a factory. Ewww!

But the truth is the opposite. Most of the residents are actually fond of the behemoth at the end of their street. They find the hums, bleeps and bloops of the thing comforting. I photographed Gary several times over a two year period. He lived in the house closest to the factory. The last time I knocked on his door I was met by the unmistakable silence of suburbia. A neighbor told me he had recently died.

Shot with a converted infra-red camera.

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