Voting may soon be made illegal

Depending on your politics the election will have left you feeling cast down or jubilant. Personally, I’m stunned. But cheered that here in multi-cultural Peckham/Nunhead we have voted a fetching shade of Red – Harriet Harman was returned with an increased majority – eschewed the Blues, the Yellows and the smelly Kippers. Hurrah. Now what? A revolution, please.

 

True?

True?

Here’s a message from a wall in Peckham. Great – let’s all give voice and paint to our opinions.

Salvation is at hand

 

one of my favourites

one of my favourites

I am fond of religious tracts. I like their certainty and message of salvation. Some tracts are handed out on the street and others I, literally, find on the street. I pick them up from odd places. My latest one came from the floor of a bus. I have built a collection of them, and have now made a poster of them to exhibit at a show organized by the South London Women Artists. Here’s the info.

come along!

come along!

Lovely launderettes

Is that an order?

Is that an order?

I’m not sure why I became interested in photographing my local launderettes. It may have been because launderettes are precariously balanced between yesterday’s economy and the future, indeed two closed during the year of my project. Another reason is that launderettes are curiously romantic places. One has the feeling that they hold stories and secrets and that for some people it’s not just their linen they are washing in public. To see more of my laundry snaps, click

http://peckhampeculiar.tumblr.com/post/114117474829/clothes-encounters

Ariel and rubber plant

Ariel and rubber plant

 

 

Heavenly

Sunday ladies

Sunday ladies

‘I have no very urgent desire to go to Heaven; Peckham is good enough for me,’ wrote William Margrie, founder of the London Explorers Club. It’s not often that Peckham and Heaven appear in the same sentence and, to be frank, there are times it’s more like Hades. But this was a day with glimpses of the celestial.

Everything must go… sooner or later

Close to closing?

Close to closing?

This shop on Rye Lane has been closing down for as long as I can remember. It must be in excess of 10 years. It’s like a Frank Sinatra farewell tour. Of course, it’s a plea for attention: I may not be here tomorrow, so shop today. But shoppers know this is a case of crying wolf in order to shear the sheep. (A metaphor too many?) One day, though, it will come true.

Was it used as a ball?

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As I photographed these ‘heads’ a lady selling stuff in an arcade in Peckham shouted, ‘You should ask first!’ ‘Sorry,’ I said, ‘is it okay if I photograph them?’ Luckily she hadn’t spotted me adjusting the red wig. It entirely covered the model’s face which has been ‘scarred’ by some kind of an accident. Nothing to do but take it on the chin.

Staggering

Here is the head of a stag. No more stag nights for him. He has only one antler because the other one was sawn off when it failed to get through the doorway into a new restaurant/bar soon to open in Peckham. This venue will specialise in gin-based drinks. See how fancy we are becoming in SE15.

 

Against the wall

Against the wall

By the way, some of my photos appear in Peckham Peculiar, a classy and hyper-local publication: http://peckhampeculiar.tumblr.com/ If you haven’t come across it, you can read it online.