These images are of an untouchable Coney Island. Of distant dreams, promises of exhilaration and paralysed pleasures. Since hurricane Sandy in October 2012, Coney Island has been washed of its popularised character, where fun has been hung out to dry and the idea of fantasy has become itself. The rides broken and out of order clang constantly with the wind, the debris of stuffed toys dance around mounds of shoveled sand, and the waves forever crash on the baron beach. These images hope to echo the experience of separation, alienation and abandonment through obstruction, distance.