I recently stumbled upon a fascinating book by Iain McKell that documents a tribe of modern gypsies living out their dreams in the heart of the English countryside.
They're the vestiges of a post-punk group of anti-Thatcherites who abandoned London in the 1980's in a quest to exist on their own terms.
Their lives are an eccentric mash-up of New Age beliefs, 19th century Romanticism and 21st century practicality.
On one hand, they reject gasoline-fuelled vehicles in favor of horse-drawn caravans.
McKell's photos are incredibly affecting. For me, much of the poeticism lies in the precariousness of their lifestyle.
...Dickensian punk rocker-ruralists...