Alan's position was unabashed, he had no qualms in telling it like it is - in his eyes.
In Bradford, people had talked of the north south divide, of big government, of poverty and having no voice. But here, everything was different - there was only one reason that 75% of people voted to leave - foreign workers.
Alan's friend David had the words ‘Love’ and ‘Hate’ tattooed on his fingers. I asked where he had got them, and he said ‘When I was in prison. I wasn’t a great person when I was a young man’. His friend Les said that he had gone to prison for pilfering - a discrete euphemism. But Alan himself was more philisophical, 'I tried to crack a safe. I was always stealing.'
In my photograph, by pure chance, the word love is softly out of focus, the word hate, stronger, sharper. Coming into focus.
And I thought, 'This is a metaphor, about changing times, and of rising nationalism.'