From the archive, my series the Blackpool Weekend. I made a series of weekend trips to this northern seaside resort in the UK. It amazed me how the promenade, filled with people, seemed to always bubble with excitement at the beginning of the weekend. Themed hen and stag nights would parade or stumble along the seafront depending on how intoxicated they were. Holidaying families with their plastic buckets and shovels, their cheap disposable raincoats would laugh as the winds whipped up their hair and clothes as they stumbled along to the beach during the afternoons. In contrast, young men would search for love as they spent the nights wandering from pub to club, and on occasion, asking a passerby to have their photo taken. Stripping off and bare-chested, they posed, smiling and swaying for the camera on a chilly evening. By Sunday morning, the mood was sombre. A drizzling grey day, the streets empty, wet and glistening. It feels like the whole town is nursing a massive hangover. #blackpool #unitedkingdom #henandstag #british https://www.instagram.com/p/CN2fR1BMJqL/?igshid=12kg71tjuq7f3