PLANE & DOUG

Doug would fall asleep to the sound of DC10s and 747s. His family lived in Chicago, on the flight path of O’Hare airport. He’d regularly wake up to find a model plane at the foot of his bed, beautiful liveried models or simple balsa wood kits. He’d slot the wings into the body and play obsessively until the rubber band finally snapped. Before long his dad would return from another business trip with another model plane. When the family moved to Texas they flew United and Doug saw the livery from his models at full scale. The family flew Delta to Hawaii on holiday. Doug’s dad was upgraded but he wanted to sit next to his wife so Doug sat in first class. Doug, although swamped by his Pucci inspired orange chair felt at home. On his next flight he complained about his sweaty neighbour and was upgraded again, he was still just thirteen. Over twenty years later he still falls asleep to the sound of planes overhead, now he lives under two flight paths, Oakland and San Francisco.

02 Sep 2012