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
Ariel and rubber plant
May 1st is International Workers’ Day. I think it’s a good day not to work either as a way to mark the importance of the workers of the world, or as a symbolic protest at how the workers are being royally screwed. Either way it’s a day that amounts to more than maypoles, though they have their place. I have often contrived to down tools on 1st May even when I worked in the USA where vacation time could be a measly two weeks… after the first year. Up the workers.
Photo taken in a local launderette. This is one tired (from over work) machine.
I’ve begun a series of photos taken in launderettes: fascinating environments which look as if they belong to a time that is ebbing away fast. This glamorous lady is a ballroom dancer and quite used to having her photograph taken. She has been on TV and she once met Len Goodman in Pontins.