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
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
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.
Peckam is the talk of the town. The Evening Standard and Time Out reckon it’s the new Shoreditch or the new Hoxton. In any case it’s trendy and if you’re hip this is the place to be. Of course, this can cause tension between those who live here because they love it as it is and those who see potential for change – some of it radical – to make it more Hoxton-like, more sanitised.
Chickens on Rye Lane
So far, Rye Lane looks pretty much as it has done; still full of small independents, many selling food. My pet-love is the butchers with their infinity of chickens. It’s done with mirrors. Admittedly, this picture shows only a suggestion of infinity because there has been a serious decline in the number of chickens displayed in all the shops. Something to do with food safety issues? On the other hand, the butcher comes as a set of three.
These haunches of animal flesh put me in mind of a Francis Bacon painting where he manipulates anatomy so that it bursts its physical constraints… so that it mutates into a bloody abstraction that pulsates with a life both repellant and fascinating. I took this photo in one of the legion (some might say, legendary) butchers on Rye Lane in Peckham. I reckon these are the half-bodies of goats. And for the price, they’re a bloody bargain. To quote Bacon: ‘We are potential carcasses.’