tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78480164757283788752024-02-18T18:58:24.474-08:00The London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultant: PubsignstakenforwondersLondon Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-3029716467884519502011-04-10T08:49:00.000-07:002011-04-11T10:11:37.869-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A Lower Marsh Air </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by The London Archaeologist</i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXrjFahkniueNQthMrChwgmM4hzLZxE-rwuojkI_aXZEoi99rdRiYxIGItL-O3q6h2DBDaXlv10sbNKk0dUiJoRMrMh47PsQLmFxzQmQbiasuX7Z7M_tF6kaVO0BFv-Wn-iF_DxQTLRqE/s1600/IMG_8572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXrjFahkniueNQthMrChwgmM4hzLZxE-rwuojkI_aXZEoi99rdRiYxIGItL-O3q6h2DBDaXlv10sbNKk0dUiJoRMrMh47PsQLmFxzQmQbiasuX7Z7M_tF6kaVO0BFv-Wn-iF_DxQTLRqE/s400/IMG_8572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594360819563392610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVklKXAFuLa11VFKYLNZbgTPt5Yi7S9F3low9zcaVWvNE7GEtCe-A_8qKUTPltMpJ9C0TPly1MgXpw46leFlDo5D_QHTzkwqhtvb-SvCpL2hTSuJEOO0J_AdyxSbVt1PzwrxTFCTCvDE2/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVklKXAFuLa11VFKYLNZbgTPt5Yi7S9F3low9zcaVWvNE7GEtCe-A_8qKUTPltMpJ9C0TPly1MgXpw46leFlDo5D_QHTzkwqhtvb-SvCpL2hTSuJEOO0J_AdyxSbVt1PzwrxTFCTCvDE2/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594360223059854914" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNot8iG60bvl3XJZswGv2uMHRtJIjz7QIqQmySdZ0ZIWrkc8Nztutqlix9Kg2gozBIdVRqcQbNOZH6n8A-ISzt-2_ELYbr9Y4fJQV72U3BA_p_t8rmXj518yNyhGjS-875iSwRFzlyI-vE/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNot8iG60bvl3XJZswGv2uMHRtJIjz7QIqQmySdZ0ZIWrkc8Nztutqlix9Kg2gozBIdVRqcQbNOZH6n8A-ISzt-2_ELYbr9Y4fJQV72U3BA_p_t8rmXj518yNyhGjS-875iSwRFzlyI-vE/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594359873373558546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You do realise, when you meet a person, you know nothing about them beyond the minimum, which will anyway probably turn out wrong? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwL7YTkSPe8HwYd7ZH-JdOJd3naRyOMaE2sa382fa5ixw3jpovFNY8Idf_1wfZ4HdNZlEUb_uiOBRctd-1fjQ5bCaKYmhkf2QWme_8UtZk3X-kXmqIip0g4bogg3ov3d8jVymmJDDi0W5/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwL7YTkSPe8HwYd7ZH-JdOJd3naRyOMaE2sa382fa5ixw3jpovFNY8Idf_1wfZ4HdNZlEUb_uiOBRctd-1fjQ5bCaKYmhkf2QWme_8UtZk3X-kXmqIip0g4bogg3ov3d8jVymmJDDi0W5/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594359352812827314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM9mM3lgZm-v7TtiL_XZUd49D8hPIwQyoVBY-BnK5-B-IE1f6rcRu5P7akGADLSDyKZSODEiSlpTbn0NoFfZcmmfp_B1YaWgJfG9eOq4PHCv9K5Mx5pI30bAITcP44kw_IOCbPaFPBkxl/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM9mM3lgZm-v7TtiL_XZUd49D8hPIwQyoVBY-BnK5-B-IE1f6rcRu5P7akGADLSDyKZSODEiSlpTbn0NoFfZcmmfp_B1YaWgJfG9eOq4PHCv9K5Mx5pI30bAITcP44kw_IOCbPaFPBkxl/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594359070581125634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I look around me at the basement of the bookshop, Lower Marsh, which has the signs, I realise, of being Graham Gibberd’s study. The place could not be as damp as the bare brick walls, the small, high up window of the sunken room had led me to believe: from a system of lines strung across near the ceiling hang reproductions, perhaps, beautifully produced, but I suspect also some original prints of historic London maps and views, many with colouring; the walls are lined with books, what would look like a full set of the multi-volume <a href="http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/professional/research/buildings/survey-of-london/">Survey of London</a> among them, were a definitive account of such depth ever achievable during an evolving city’s life. On the table we sit at – strangely large, it now occurs to me, for the room, blocking off the whole back wall and coming almost to the front, leaving mere passages either side – two what I take to be sculptures, perhaps unfinished, modernist frames climbing.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbBvDmswJrrXbXABeHo94TYYRAH3gMnrQwHxt6e33LJMxKiMjW-an7Ij-KBOni7DN8AipUwGnHKn4X1JCZX_KMSIKIOd3VTTltiUI1fysU0rdP0Be8ZRIwhhV9gRubvN9R4mgKcvPRPwO/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbBvDmswJrrXbXABeHo94TYYRAH3gMnrQwHxt6e33LJMxKiMjW-an7Ij-KBOni7DN8AipUwGnHKn4X1JCZX_KMSIKIOd3VTTltiUI1fysU0rdP0Be8ZRIwhhV9gRubvN9R4mgKcvPRPwO/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594358621628481074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course, I agree. We have impressions, never sure, always open to revision.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVtuGIsq1EhsUdmcMz6ZNHPVqA13GsJRyf0shf9paMPoIHfauWffEpRLyU8-tbDByCCdIejJugLUMl3eqtMfu8F-CH8baI481aotA9o7r8wwvubqQFwPBvGDGyszX6KVuMjB3raPgUjU-/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVtuGIsq1EhsUdmcMz6ZNHPVqA13GsJRyf0shf9paMPoIHfauWffEpRLyU8-tbDByCCdIejJugLUMl3eqtMfu8F-CH8baI481aotA9o7r8wwvubqQFwPBvGDGyszX6KVuMjB3raPgUjU-/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594356938464376562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Someone you’ve spent endless hours with at the pub, he continues, discussing every subject under the sun, turns out to be a surgeon, for instance, and you never realised. Or somebody has a beard, and you see them and you think yes, I know, he has a beard for effect, but perhaps he’s always looked like that.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uoO0oYJW4oYaC3GfIWB8tpLE6k_Vft18NTOctTjdqy9oePHTTvKr-KVrl4huodvP7qWzqBj0SS0iP25F5N-ScfFwOtiUioaWtvqW6uOEaQlKCksUtiM7oyDscWYdCg3-cD_1MJZZgyQG/s1600/IMG_9040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uoO0oYJW4oYaC3GfIWB8tpLE6k_Vft18NTOctTjdqy9oePHTTvKr-KVrl4huodvP7qWzqBj0SS0iP25F5N-ScfFwOtiUioaWtvqW6uOEaQlKCksUtiM7oyDscWYdCg3-cD_1MJZZgyQG/s400/IMG_9040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594356481333297282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi_Al95zNS-7NUPrwaeH0sxyrJ1HUq3j5KB7tp29kIUcGlSkEb31tBsIjkNKZgOoQYi8kyveE-th_TnrET4SzTx8k4cKevAaQwv1lmCfdKRqmNzKiowLHKj2qCX511O_hyphenhyphen9vi6Z0mXpvs/s1600/IMG_1866.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi_Al95zNS-7NUPrwaeH0sxyrJ1HUq3j5KB7tp29kIUcGlSkEb31tBsIjkNKZgOoQYi8kyveE-th_TnrET4SzTx8k4cKevAaQwv1lmCfdKRqmNzKiowLHKj2qCX511O_hyphenhyphen9vi6Z0mXpvs/s400/IMG_1866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594356140388165410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">He looks hard at me, and I nod, waiting for him to go on. In some way he’s resisting me, but I’m not sure how, wait to hear where the point of this will arrive.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZZGTLU_NPkwxXY2tpnu4LHZ9Kql1ZfCjUGENDAtLioNaGOoaiOnAr0wjlaD5A8B-gMx0e0vUegcC7OkpiDfqwGU7fVB830xgEPWZWA0roARVtk32dy7myrDF3xZg0KceLpXcwQ96C5xG/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZZGTLU_NPkwxXY2tpnu4LHZ9Kql1ZfCjUGENDAtLioNaGOoaiOnAr0wjlaD5A8B-gMx0e0vUegcC7OkpiDfqwGU7fVB830xgEPWZWA0roARVtk32dy7myrDF3xZg0KceLpXcwQ96C5xG/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355685575265890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Anyway, we don’t meet people because we want to, but because we have to. Perhaps they’re in front of you in the queue for the bus, or you have to ask them something, and that’s how you meet, for instance the man who might be a surgeon, or has a beard.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcQci1RN8FuYqGH26xD65vwJ-mPYKRzjSTQFx862mfNcbk5vWuhGymWZ-oAqMVdFsVYsEvGQBbwre8HaUZh1R0TqPnoYo1dlhooTefBvlUKGXyugBJr8wptjiGEhiQ9O_IpdMQm_Mv1fk/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcQci1RN8FuYqGH26xD65vwJ-mPYKRzjSTQFx862mfNcbk5vWuhGymWZ-oAqMVdFsVYsEvGQBbwre8HaUZh1R0TqPnoYo1dlhooTefBvlUKGXyugBJr8wptjiGEhiQ9O_IpdMQm_Mv1fk/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355084178073266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHbGM9i9NQwztQtZ_1wZNXGFgjpyrDIZvegKNWmv8xLPddeq4Bnq8lJr1secjGjcWYL34uJg4RnoI8DWyM0DZhqwM5qQh85i0AlVWdjo2_MXcEfcveFVa4vBLRiOy4xRZATQ9IWPjiU5y/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHbGM9i9NQwztQtZ_1wZNXGFgjpyrDIZvegKNWmv8xLPddeq4Bnq8lJr1secjGjcWYL34uJg4RnoI8DWyM0DZhqwM5qQh85i0AlVWdjo2_MXcEfcveFVa4vBLRiOy4xRZATQ9IWPjiU5y/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594354773275146978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The window’s behind me, Graham across the corner of the table from me. Although he’s tucked a little back behind a set of shelves that comes out from the wall, enough cold light from outside falls on him to counter the warm tungsten glow with silver highlights, but between them the two directional sources leave room for fairly deep shade to play over his face as he frowns, comes forward, leans back. He comes to an abrupt halt and we look at each other. I’m not sure what the point of that was, he says candidly. But I have to say I don’t like media people, and I don’t agree with advertising, for instance.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqgEBk_qu7v4aFXz26f9fqChZHvgjwFI7Va5nWAl7Hai-PL-ElwddubNm-Dir7Vvta0SGwX4tFZ4mJ4Rluhes8FmlF2YCi90EwUzeIlHRdTIAYZ-HOKMiYaBwoUZnCqVIfPMaSoCxCoNa/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqgEBk_qu7v4aFXz26f9fqChZHvgjwFI7Va5nWAl7Hai-PL-ElwddubNm-Dir7Vvta0SGwX4tFZ4mJ4Rluhes8FmlF2YCi90EwUzeIlHRdTIAYZ-HOKMiYaBwoUZnCqVIfPMaSoCxCoNa/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594354341979614322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Again I’m not sure what these remarks are about, but they seem to be directed at me. I don’t work for the media at all, I say. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqM02UUzHc6x8usQ3QAJu3HMeAxpRKKJvFN7Fpxx-2t6BoFS2cTqDthGxlHdSDBRbHUQZJHAc0ETY2SxOn1qwf_7MK3hmHWLq4JMCCM4qZ-dkR59OH4BdEXroGXtHvjIUCofeHFRt9jCWv/s1600/IMG_9890.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqM02UUzHc6x8usQ3QAJu3HMeAxpRKKJvFN7Fpxx-2t6BoFS2cTqDthGxlHdSDBRbHUQZJHAc0ETY2SxOn1qwf_7MK3hmHWLq4JMCCM4qZ-dkR59OH4BdEXroGXtHvjIUCofeHFRt9jCWv/s400/IMG_9890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594353884844825586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How did I find him, then, he wants to know. He is, it appears, frequently sought out by people after an angle on Lambeth, people working on documentaries, films. But in my case, it was Naomi, the woman from the café next door. What, I’d wanted to know, was the secret of Lower Marsh. The arch expression that I’ve come to associate with her suddenly grew steeper as she asked what secret. So many independent traders, I explained, a rock café like her own, for instance, something of an eccentricity, the fare there similar to the usual, sarnies of the chicken coronation type, tarts and cakes, but with the air of the home made, something about the salads, for instance, suggesting a single hand, a marked and surely personal preference for cheese, for instance, and in the pies and cakes a variety of form and content reassuringly ruling out both central planning and mechanical production. It’s not that the businessmen that nip in there for their lunches all have Deep Purple fans disguised within them, though it’s likely many do, the theme clearly rather a thing the patron does to please herself.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZHi7vv8EqDHMs3TSvLgmdZXYIvVlRZdWw7_PUQ-EvXQQaLDv1pp3xeXTswD_o75eLGsfUAPtM4wQgxqVQuD_vgTD78uBy6eKG53JY4vhy4kcDAl1aZMxJn7dPnahTBA1rs-OQ0sibX5p/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZHi7vv8EqDHMs3TSvLgmdZXYIvVlRZdWw7_PUQ-EvXQQaLDv1pp3xeXTswD_o75eLGsfUAPtM4wQgxqVQuD_vgTD78uBy6eKG53JY4vhy4kcDAl1aZMxJn7dPnahTBA1rs-OQ0sibX5p/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594018208610967634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrOMKIFDK_U9i2rkUuITVGrHhJMBiZcdN5g4_GYklqfMCrSApiJYatTRcMZwiBdi3lWFhJ1A-iMf7whbX7zL4veeikiGkMikVVU5YS9jPIJ4rif5_ANpRVdoKN-WfQh9SXdTV6cc-pCp1/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrOMKIFDK_U9i2rkUuITVGrHhJMBiZcdN5g4_GYklqfMCrSApiJYatTRcMZwiBdi3lWFhJ1A-iMf7whbX7zL4veeikiGkMikVVU5YS9jPIJ4rif5_ANpRVdoKN-WfQh9SXdTV6cc-pCp1/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594017087613796370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have, in fact, returned several times since to the café, as, since I realised she would take a central part in this account, and has something about her somehow very Marsh, I asked for a portrait shot, which she was kind enough to agree to when she’d have time. Time has in fact proved in short supply, as on my visits so far she’s been clearly at work chopping, cleaning, and, indeed, baking - the chicken patties she sells, for instance, her own handiwork - perhaps with her family in the kitchen chatting and playing around her, a neighbour’s baby under guard, or a couple of locals by for a chat, but always apologetic and always, despite the evident effort to keep on top, with a smile. Though I’ve decided to post now without it, expect one day soon a shot to feature, posing minimally as she is on a break: either in the window, as she sits in less clement weather or, with the sun now warmer, on a little chair out in the street, perhaps with a glass of wine from the Camel and Artichoke.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35FSpkRUNEZYfmUlu8PBpshxnNHBNRmv3bHxvkI8NNYCQxTCS6P9WgH5RKtJDrMqsnyFtqnhOwhxEY0OTPtXkzsQ56Nl515sbv_7_hgv9FMocOZ_zcy1MwiMDpKYcno1kF9mCONFmd7Xs/s1600/IMG_9907.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35FSpkRUNEZYfmUlu8PBpshxnNHBNRmv3bHxvkI8NNYCQxTCS6P9WgH5RKtJDrMqsnyFtqnhOwhxEY0OTPtXkzsQ56Nl515sbv_7_hgv9FMocOZ_zcy1MwiMDpKYcno1kF9mCONFmd7Xs/s400/IMG_9907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594015938039004930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNSGDOV6duu6cLDQX-7hN-RU_JwwwJ0vbhIpgPGxQ-wGdE9jqZsJi916H8PbEhbTBLECr2zvRsooXXQWtVwXC9R8FRxNwW0ca-OOGCfxubHwGMQPRM95xD4pFHeIHA1bkr1yZ-ZDmN7sG/s1600/IMG_9144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNSGDOV6duu6cLDQX-7hN-RU_JwwwJ0vbhIpgPGxQ-wGdE9jqZsJi916H8PbEhbTBLECr2zvRsooXXQWtVwXC9R8FRxNwW0ca-OOGCfxubHwGMQPRM95xD4pFHeIHA1bkr1yZ-ZDmN7sG/s400/IMG_9144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594015053079553586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I knew the bookshop. I’d been keeping an eye on it already for weeks on my odd visit to the area, and had at last found it open that morning. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbbo14NdXDAb4Ob9s8gZGeAcXlSrR0Fjd-ZsDApZcFVpQo4VqirjGxL9ZMBSv4bG596YhauOQwtPJm7CiQP7ydTjdEI9fwMHPz_8_fanqEktrofJnOw1l1U8_SxBgpFOXYcW77mkW4mt8/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbbo14NdXDAb4Ob9s8gZGeAcXlSrR0Fjd-ZsDApZcFVpQo4VqirjGxL9ZMBSv4bG596YhauOQwtPJm7CiQP7ydTjdEI9fwMHPz_8_fanqEktrofJnOw1l1U8_SxBgpFOXYcW77mkW4mt8/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594014515515557202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The collection of books was, as I’d mentioned to his wife, very select for the second hand. Yes, she’d said, with every sign of having found the observation uncomfortably intimate. It might be expected to have seemed paradoxical, this woman’s extreme reticence as compared to her husband’s garrulousness, but in fact it would be hard to doubt that the two have grown together over many years within the shop.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGfSAqYdG6aMvleEPss7a9xkYyvfFhRz22Z3Yi2Rgukgn2RLeiyc63ulaUJhD02T81JuWMHScSkuh75XwgGFCINnhA7BXeohqOYx0CxjA4W2uhW2EHFmbuj6rr6KHfwcxso-GVMPVpnBW/s1600/IMG_9341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGfSAqYdG6aMvleEPss7a9xkYyvfFhRz22Z3Yi2Rgukgn2RLeiyc63ulaUJhD02T81JuWMHScSkuh75XwgGFCINnhA7BXeohqOYx0CxjA4W2uhW2EHFmbuj6rr6KHfwcxso-GVMPVpnBW/s400/IMG_9341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594013743641506722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Okay, Graham concedes, he’d got that wrong. But if I’m not media, where’s the funding for this project? He doesn’t seem to accept the idea it could be amateur, always money has to come from somewhere, and I try to soften him a little with what I thought he might find amusing, <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2011/01/networking-craig-explains-with-smile-to.html">Walworth’s Craig Indian</a> telling me on an earlier job ‘amateur’’s not the word, but ‘underground’. I think he sees through this attempt to win him over, and for now my smile must die on my own lips, he eyes me only. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYrNjuklOUdyEv6N7OBZuoNs8Nds5ui0M3HK4dZqWYR_dMIpR-f2Rlk_t7MXLYheZCzCRiL3KKwAS62dVsv7vV3OgYUN4fI3sB6jpAXEOcQFS_zhTe3FWtRDsl9Ct8j-SFtR21-SdHSba/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYrNjuklOUdyEv6N7OBZuoNs8Nds5ui0M3HK4dZqWYR_dMIpR-f2Rlk_t7MXLYheZCzCRiL3KKwAS62dVsv7vV3OgYUN4fI3sB6jpAXEOcQFS_zhTe3FWtRDsl9Ct8j-SFtR21-SdHSba/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594009093576932482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The dark has room to gather on a face not lacking in wrinkles, but which are never sharp, always rolling, not the scored and craggy look of the elements, but the result of a roaming inward life, something bespeaking perhaps a conflictedness, years of struggle pitting a gentle youthful freshness against a searching doubt, a distrust with which I would now have to contend, seeking a way past it through the generous expansiveness.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHbKlFT6yr5dY0-N6Q5Expv0CK4uiKivbhyUBawnYPhkz4JgC9MlvRPIZAwpzCTpTIe_cumpNrO2sMRjzUn6ULS5cpvPZy3LnVL4bOylnpadqKxmxMroTrvEGL-APl1z1NAlIZFMhWPhT/s1600/IMG_9509.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHbKlFT6yr5dY0-N6Q5Expv0CK4uiKivbhyUBawnYPhkz4JgC9MlvRPIZAwpzCTpTIe_cumpNrO2sMRjzUn6ULS5cpvPZy3LnVL4bOylnpadqKxmxMroTrvEGL-APl1z1NAlIZFMhWPhT/s400/IMG_9509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594008791655638930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The point would have to arise of his asking me what my project consists of, and it would have to be difficult. Sure enough, on hearing that I, well, go to areas that have some specific identity about them, kind of explore and see what comes up, work it into an account, with photos, the shadows settle deeper in the brow of this professional historian of various carefully researched highly local works.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9O-kwWpluHUJ-8Bw4Ju0xWXn0QCJERKFu8WQGc8afaMgKWae04C50QJ0KgUMbyM31wuK-KWnfDu7FbefFVVC2Zy1CQyGulPRoLT-72F3TbsXHeBVg3HSNekMBDAG2twrI07Inwuxn2Y3E/s1600/IMG_8649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9O-kwWpluHUJ-8Bw4Ju0xWXn0QCJERKFu8WQGc8afaMgKWae04C50QJ0KgUMbyM31wuK-KWnfDu7FbefFVVC2Zy1CQyGulPRoLT-72F3TbsXHeBVg3HSNekMBDAG2twrI07Inwuxn2Y3E/s400/IMG_8649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594007937722221138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLU_LAu-d_QzsJPNBGR5NJFKZ18i8S5V9QUOkZMyKUyFdUWVQB1uzXbZnIf_xLDHZ6TxNEUdtzpnl38ck8AtsZ135ixg24KwRj25mpdNCqzHBcUBtgweH-nr-59gJwYyLwGfk-_xpwadRX/s1600/IMG_9591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLU_LAu-d_QzsJPNBGR5NJFKZ18i8S5V9QUOkZMyKUyFdUWVQB1uzXbZnIf_xLDHZ6TxNEUdtzpnl38ck8AtsZ135ixg24KwRj25mpdNCqzHBcUBtgweH-nr-59gJwYyLwGfk-_xpwadRX/s400/IMG_9591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594006996010556338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It’s a slightly Blake inspired project, I try - one of the reasons I’ve chosen this area by where he lived. I’ve been resisting this gambit, which, though true, is perhaps disingenuous. I’ve had a brief moment with his book, his wife having handed me a copy to look at upstairs in the back of the shop – not to buy, since it’s long out of print, she informs me. Following up the tip off from Naomi, I’d come in and asked to speak to Graham. For a moment, it had looked as though the wife’s reticence was going to crack: if it’s history I was after, she didn’t see why she didn’t do the talking for a change, this time, as she, too, knew plenty, but then immediately suggested I take a seat, available there behind her in a waiting area I hadn’t noticed, she’d go and get him, leave me with the book while I waited. Slipped lovingly into the front page, a colour reproduction of the original printed poem the book bears in epigraph. A little child leads a bearded, hunched man through the streets. Below, etched in red letters over yellow, ‘<a href="http://skinnersroomfiveyears.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html">London</a>’:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I wandered through each chartered street,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Near where the chartered Thames does flow</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And mark in every face I meet</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Marks of weakness, marks of woe.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ2L26GC9S66RetgRhaqgoxcIH7-R29BZEp3m78NmuO2mcmx5nGvHuz1IpOELjtimF8PLZiT4M_ALBN5fQwIBOCnvN0s41M8alNFg37d_38aMgzBJKCGqD45cfLzjyhgbIRICQeLZSdMY/s1600/IMG_9124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ2L26GC9S66RetgRhaqgoxcIH7-R29BZEp3m78NmuO2mcmx5nGvHuz1IpOELjtimF8PLZiT4M_ALBN5fQwIBOCnvN0s41M8alNFg37d_38aMgzBJKCGqD45cfLzjyhgbIRICQeLZSdMY/s400/IMG_9124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594005238266295858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPAGV-kdEmaAk7mQiFzlbDQ2Tqwom3bkkQyjlaFu4dB2cmm6CVkaXSDqE2XkNWy_ODie4qEgtc7uVvfIiEupRNr9ULdMBfURVcW8eGT7g5Sdog2Kc7UYItNKeocMx6wQrWLlXnVnL-Hg6/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFPAGV-kdEmaAk7mQiFzlbDQ2Tqwom3bkkQyjlaFu4dB2cmm6CVkaXSDqE2XkNWy_ODie4qEgtc7uVvfIiEupRNr9ULdMBfURVcW8eGT7g5Sdog2Kc7UYItNKeocMx6wQrWLlXnVnL-Hg6/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594004725641481842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4XujTFV93EE0mEifJiL0OXljiolvMgNFev4T93yLgyuomz6AvRjRpSyMqJrbY_1UJB7K3M0pqWn7FzIPBt1OuTY8RYM_VHqaz9tT4CF1O7ZJ_5sUhsvh8Wvo5pOPWZ797Hc9xorllxzL/s1600/IMG_9796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4XujTFV93EE0mEifJiL0OXljiolvMgNFev4T93yLgyuomz6AvRjRpSyMqJrbY_1UJB7K3M0pqWn7FzIPBt1OuTY8RYM_VHqaz9tT4CF1O7ZJ_5sUhsvh8Wvo5pOPWZ797Hc9xorllxzL/s400/IMG_9796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594004018726887138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This attempt of mine, too, fails, Graham convinced that Blake has been misunderstood by almost anyone who’s ever read him. Besides, that’s precisely the reason why he published the way he did, otherwise his works would have looked entirely different. That’s it, I try, my intention is to self-publish the results of my research in book form, forego the need for publishers, but here, again, the frown comes, effusive salt-and-pepper eyebrows and a balding crown adding, I’m convinced, to the intensity. The more he resists, the more I study him, the more I see of interest to the camera, the man in fact the perfect subject for a portrait at the centre of a post – and, eventually a photobook I do have it in mind to try out, little area guides to peddle through local shops like his. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeuYYyeyylE1iS7EweB8Kv19agh26f9P857Y8NLnyabP5ycIOYHRZ5xGIOSCJ1a7vX-CM02fN9OHskfAWpliSTxcTQo-qh0sRA7v753NVEY_UPZp2DafJOA7uaPT5CwtajaoV1xkAlx9h/s1600/IMG_9652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeuYYyeyylE1iS7EweB8Kv19agh26f9P857Y8NLnyabP5ycIOYHRZ5xGIOSCJ1a7vX-CM02fN9OHskfAWpliSTxcTQo-qh0sRA7v753NVEY_UPZp2DafJOA7uaPT5CwtajaoV1xkAlx9h/s400/IMG_9652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594003586829021250" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXNFVWFvbcqrpRmRGpeoUOcQ0zlmGcCbGskHcXf66emgCmfAJisjIwChPKiR_CnW4TUFWynUZw8MazrCcEhxBOlRScII2zvTepUGRJDLrOeF7D-vSVbbVqTQypZzrsjMIOMOHYiKIR3S_/s1600/IMG_1923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXNFVWFvbcqrpRmRGpeoUOcQ0zlmGcCbGskHcXf66emgCmfAJisjIwChPKiR_CnW4TUFWynUZw8MazrCcEhxBOlRScII2zvTepUGRJDLrOeF7D-vSVbbVqTQypZzrsjMIOMOHYiKIR3S_/s400/IMG_1923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594003157553253426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It had, as I’ve told him, already troubled me not to have seen one of those area guides here in the local bookshops that other areas have – say like <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/11/walworth-i-area-through-time-by-london.html">Walworth’s</a> -</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and to discover at the same time that there had been one - his own – and that it had fallen from publication was surprising. Surely, I suggested, a bunch of locals might club together and get it brought back out. There must be demand.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbF-ihe0pvEXdNHiZl4pl6LoJlMBIcgYEdwhL0J5C9FfmSyJw7ssUzpOtjaYbzkjJX8p-hdHu6p55FX5XLeAXk0Xs0S_8txeMvw2ea-ZGcAZgRrIS7G2W7APRqvybL37UfNCRkvHpVVkcS/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbF-ihe0pvEXdNHiZl4pl6LoJlMBIcgYEdwhL0J5C9FfmSyJw7ssUzpOtjaYbzkjJX8p-hdHu6p55FX5XLeAXk0Xs0S_8txeMvw2ea-ZGcAZgRrIS7G2W7APRqvybL37UfNCRkvHpVVkcS/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001945918029794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtaBiaunrHS_P8-ZysTYaOJAeaXcHpvwvJiyM9JJZ-IX-PjtBbpGvOJz41-B1PB0zjsuDvTakEvlGKCUG8t_iJpAFVXGxjEdxmIQfmfOVcIjQhrd4x94fMNLga-OvLanl6gckXquzibzF/s1600/IMG_9497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtaBiaunrHS_P8-ZysTYaOJAeaXcHpvwvJiyM9JJZ-IX-PjtBbpGvOJz41-B1PB0zjsuDvTakEvlGKCUG8t_iJpAFVXGxjEdxmIQfmfOVcIjQhrd4x94fMNLga-OvLanl6gckXquzibzF/s400/IMG_9497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594001409580705202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I’ve since spent time with this book, a copy with the local library opposite, and can confirm the quality of its research and insight. Lambeth, Graham sets out to prove, has historically taken its special character from a combination of geographical features and the characteristics of its major landowners, which themselves impacted on population and business types. As I’d earlier found at Vauxhall, proximity to more affluent Westminster and the City conspired with the distancing effect of the river to make of the area a place both cosmopolitan and eccentric, central to the life of the city, but apart, churches tending to the nonconformist (hence Blake), businesses often small, entrepreneurial, and a key aspect the presence of establishments of entertainment – the pub, of course, but, more importantly also, its rowdy extension the music hall or, calmer, theatre. As a good book should, it sets me in mind of a project, considering the wider place of the river as it figures in the entertainment of the city, its place in Shakespeare’s </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Tempest</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> typical, the action of crossing the water, the division from the stronger seats of power adding more than adventure to the evening, a sense of ritual magic, symbolic transgression. Fascinating as this all was, it was of course a shame to be reading it only then, after our meeting: perhaps if I’d known at the time I might have been more able to convince him of the compatibility of our ideas and, indeed, procedures.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyncIZrTtObieDHyffCdeD3ylYMyxCBa7EZumiZGzCaAJMyj0s2o3mLLgBZygdjfGdmqoZ6haVcDJL6rg7wSquA7n8QjrYDWVniF4jpfFEz9OchkbPR-38i0TWtFYiJ0vj4yTQPyfcDC43/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyncIZrTtObieDHyffCdeD3ylYMyxCBa7EZumiZGzCaAJMyj0s2o3mLLgBZygdjfGdmqoZ6haVcDJL6rg7wSquA7n8QjrYDWVniF4jpfFEz9OchkbPR-38i0TWtFYiJ0vj4yTQPyfcDC43/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000899067470882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZBA8R-Z8VcpfdI0W15SiOCHLIvKsbRlCXdUNdkReBQKbj7b6MSzaF83rd3SYDEEDx-HFsCGxx2wmFNW0Rk4P25qTKoPJoVmEG_8UIB0IfsdG5EcOTyGMb4RerglDTlqRFmvZUgqk-viH/s1600/IMG_8840.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZBA8R-Z8VcpfdI0W15SiOCHLIvKsbRlCXdUNdkReBQKbj7b6MSzaF83rd3SYDEEDx-HFsCGxx2wmFNW0Rk4P25qTKoPJoVmEG_8UIB0IfsdG5EcOTyGMb4RerglDTlqRFmvZUgqk-viH/s400/IMG_8840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594000265353458450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My camera’s by my side in its little bag as we speak, wouldn’t even want to fiddle with flash in this room with its moody light. So many gestures already have been flashing by, missed, as the man rests his elbows on the table and plunges into contemplation of his joined fingers, his eyes drill into the table or up through beyond the low ceiling before leaping back to search into my own for the character flaws he’s sure he senses – something, perhaps, that will make me want to misrepresent him in some way, take whatever it is that is his secret, I suspect, a deep knowledge of whatever it is he knows is Lower Marsh and, exposing it to the damaging light of a superficial purpose, destroy its properties. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If I’m right, then, my answer to his next question may be crucial, as he asks now what it is that attracts me to Lower Marsh - surely much like so many other areas, he suggests, though I can’t help feeling I see in the raised brow or perhaps a hint in the lips something ironic, this a trap from one who must surely know that this is not true.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygg7per3moBDoWqrH6r6B2NZeOZg34qGokoKO21eij6ufv6BGtuHLlkBXERYg9ejKjdtm9HWHCYJjsR6j5gtIBEbyzr_VhJHJfOs6WOnK6OmVfvN8dXpHSFRIWx7Wh5hTiMNKY0qzdcb5/s1600/IMG_8703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygg7per3moBDoWqrH6r6B2NZeOZg34qGokoKO21eij6ufv6BGtuHLlkBXERYg9ejKjdtm9HWHCYJjsR6j5gtIBEbyzr_VhJHJfOs6WOnK6OmVfvN8dXpHSFRIWx7Wh5hTiMNKY0qzdcb5/s400/IMG_8703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593999795781177122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaWtIOuYyTL4mESAOdIoixrLfR17FHIXrv8kEQVOs8cEaJCWgJicD9k9z3Kjtum2iuCxKi_PSWFWejLtzvafsPAQiS75aZv9mnQC7cTZvKzjV9L504U5E8MzqY1aXrL0E4MDIu3ngy0K2/s1600/IMG_8624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaWtIOuYyTL4mESAOdIoixrLfR17FHIXrv8kEQVOs8cEaJCWgJicD9k9z3Kjtum2iuCxKi_PSWFWejLtzvafsPAQiS75aZv9mnQC7cTZvKzjV9L504U5E8MzqY1aXrL0E4MDIu3ngy0K2/s400/IMG_8624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593999418957111794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In form, Waterloo’s a mound, surrounded at its foot by a roundabout, attached to which at north- and south-west quarters further, satellite roundabouts, the one hosting a circular cinema, the other a hotel tower in the gleaming glass and steel vernacular of roadside brash anonymous; a mound on which converge taxis, buses, passengers, of course, winding up the paths to its top, and, for the final halt, from Winchester, Wymouth, Southampton or Portsmouth, the massive rolling stock. Beneath and around this, passing under rails and platforms at various points, viaducts for trains, cars and pedestrians, a warren of underpasses, and, tucked behind it, Lower Marsh. Something, I feel, about that form gives the Marsh a special feel, the massive earthwork, suggesting a Victorian folly repro of the erstwhile Revolutionary fort at St George’s Fields, protecting it from the central areas so near to the riverine North towards which most visitors head, freezing it into a slower time. And then, with the industry leaving the city a fantasy world of pure service, the scale, rumble and clatter of all those trains, all that iron ground, in distinction to so much of the centre, the atmosphere of the area resounds with echoes of our industrial past. These things are too complicated, though, I suspect, to concretise conversationally and not come over vague, suspiciously psychogeographic, pretentious.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_jLCJY_5ob1z8qvBOEzCu4gHJJs8OKCS7n8v2AVCLxRPyX5GYjS9cPJvpsaGwNqMxujhBmbKzJfYPiUIQwPyQeEZdElvqSV91XBGTxKsTzxRrtw39lmvZPSjm6Zg5OTxYfIoTPpWI6Rg/s1600/IMG_8926.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_jLCJY_5ob1z8qvBOEzCu4gHJJs8OKCS7n8v2AVCLxRPyX5GYjS9cPJvpsaGwNqMxujhBmbKzJfYPiUIQwPyQeEZdElvqSV91XBGTxKsTzxRrtw39lmvZPSjm6Zg5OTxYfIoTPpWI6Rg/s400/IMG_8926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593998873403490450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArZ8KCbf4Ga_E3BPpX3h-g49Tp4r7p4txbBD4E2Qej2XixcaVBvrcp_F9kKSbV-hCiMdJWbbL5iOE-IPgdy88jtbWt-oWvrrbg0h5kuendBXi45o442dd15-zs0fWmA6DM80S20hfbB1V/s1600/IMG_8747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArZ8KCbf4Ga_E3BPpX3h-g49Tp4r7p4txbBD4E2Qej2XixcaVBvrcp_F9kKSbV-hCiMdJWbbL5iOE-IPgdy88jtbWt-oWvrrbg0h5kuendBXi45o442dd15-zs0fWmA6DM80S20hfbB1V/s400/IMG_8747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593998441513956178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At street level, one of the manifestations of the different time flows in the Marsh is the retail, and this is where I approach in preference. The mere word, though, as I should have guessed it would, extracts a flinch from the man, the eyes close and the head swivels back and forth. Oh no, retail, he says, despairing. I insist, try to claw something back. This is just one side, I’m interested in the number of independents in these times, wherever the area is, my theme’s the things that might tend to resist the centralising forces transforming the city, a great part of which the huge chains taking over the high streets, turning them into outposts of offshores, their staff corporate ciphers, communication branding. Retailers on the Marsh speak in hushed trepidation of the recent appearance of Pret and Nero on the Cut, innumerable chains encroach elsewhere on the shores of the station mound; how long this anomalous escape, no one knows. As a historian with such manifest distrust of the direction of the world’s travel, I’m sure he shares this interest. And then, more specifically, all these places dealing in the past, keeping it in circulation, it’s extremely uncommon, needs explaining. The mod bar with its window Lambretta, second hand music up the way as well as the books, the lovingly select vintage clothes, too, I’d cased a couple of times, noticed a force of character in the staff, who, it turns out, own and run the place. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9DA4UL81UDrOgJomBqO1fGTvYZ8EelwzGG-qa0loThaMdOCximRvaP4eBModWkLi8aI3XfmC39Cdv7bPQEg97ATMCg5kzzClksYrJ83Ln6UFBfzd193mAd_epECAVFfwfNFFHtPv_Wfo/s1600/IMG_9010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9DA4UL81UDrOgJomBqO1fGTvYZ8EelwzGG-qa0loThaMdOCximRvaP4eBModWkLi8aI3XfmC39Cdv7bPQEg97ATMCg5kzzClksYrJ83Ln6UFBfzd193mAd_epECAVFfwfNFFHtPv_Wfo/s400/IMG_9010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593998149574730546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirM39i8x8pW87LiAexeJp2TLAYzSRwf7pHjIBZDJJwdfa4tQgK6cC7DdSTVlcrlDOr08GUrf2WooczfVfJxo7patctkpVJIZIK2-likcZiNS5mutakVZ1mR07GNLR1ShAW545QyTp2nTwi/s1600/IMG_9079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirM39i8x8pW87LiAexeJp2TLAYzSRwf7pHjIBZDJJwdfa4tQgK6cC7DdSTVlcrlDOr08GUrf2WooczfVfJxo7patctkpVJIZIK2-likcZiNS5mutakVZ1mR07GNLR1ShAW545QyTp2nTwi/s400/IMG_9079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593997769812270898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Because Vicky and Bridget, as I’ve confirmed on later visits, have indeed much of the Marsh air about them. To <a href="http://www.whatthebutlerwore.co.uk/">visit What the Butler Wore</a> is at the same time to enter a warm familiarity and to strike a cool distance from the wider world, </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">to experience a studied frivolity, a measured excess, find fashion in a reversal of the movement of time. There’s something <a href="http://www.toonhound.com/mrbenn.htm">Mr Benn</a> in this calm fascination with discovery, nerdish psychedelics of disguise, a philosophical refusal to take life either more seriously than its absurdity deserves or with more indifference than its seriousness demands. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3P27_-YffwPMzGR1ugfjWk6TuaFFl1W86pxkbF16i0PQU5CP42-dpSBi_Ae4DxMvxMyQBsQJ1Mcw8-s8Qf28DAZW_EZEPobHk7YhJ-BeIj4N10H-38hhiedzMEAh68FjkTEA7Hg3vUGu/s1600/IMG_9557_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3P27_-YffwPMzGR1ugfjWk6TuaFFl1W86pxkbF16i0PQU5CP42-dpSBi_Ae4DxMvxMyQBsQJ1Mcw8-s8Qf28DAZW_EZEPobHk7YhJ-BeIj4N10H-38hhiedzMEAh68FjkTEA7Hg3vUGu/s400/IMG_9557_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593997190436870994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In fact, I learn from them that, like Naomi, they’re quite familiar with Graham, who pops round daily for a chat, the Marsh something of a little community, they explain, and I realise that of course they share in common with him what Graham has claimed to be one of the area’s defining features long established, resulting from intimate qualities of the place and its history: the predominance of small business, the entrepreneur.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmLoMB5sUx8HGxtJ6wNO9PWvDMX9UKZFQKuUrfph2AUALF4hl1BXWYqqnC3PiEr_NtK6Ywh9d0hwwterk3PprY6X8Ie_I0-lfk3QAroJtbj_4NJSphnORDwxrOHOh-vGaFjQm0snFS3LF/s1600/IMG_9071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmLoMB5sUx8HGxtJ6wNO9PWvDMX9UKZFQKuUrfph2AUALF4hl1BXWYqqnC3PiEr_NtK6Ywh9d0hwwterk3PprY6X8Ie_I0-lfk3QAroJtbj_4NJSphnORDwxrOHOh-vGaFjQm0snFS3LF/s400/IMG_9071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593996500171988194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After reading Graham, and already with his ideas in mind, I’d gone there, amongst other things, seeking contemporary confirmation of the central place of the theatre industry at the heart of the Marsh. About this they’re certain, as far as their shop goes: not only the actors and customers who patronise it, but those sent over from producers after costumes, rented or bought. Had I known this at the time, perhaps I could have persuaded Graham. Because the thing’s a pattern, certainly, repeated elsewhere. Vicky and Bridget point out that Festival, a documentary produced for the Festival of Britain, has a Marsh lad as its focus for a working class visitor to the area, and the choice must presumably lie in the area’s being within the media beat, though sufficiently off centre to seem exotic. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPky1CQDphjHiWa_wCGXXKrHHusIz7YKQMQBKe3pKKx76ktOuKg5EDuk5cfZ3vw-ui7tHHuWpxCZod0RoUn9HZQj53Y0jZGAZ1C4qdKhHDqomg2pxTnrtbJgzZP-JWykq7BZB4waAPIR6/s1600/IMG_9050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPky1CQDphjHiWa_wCGXXKrHHusIz7YKQMQBKe3pKKx76ktOuKg5EDuk5cfZ3vw-ui7tHHuWpxCZod0RoUn9HZQj53Y0jZGAZ1C4qdKhHDqomg2pxTnrtbJgzZP-JWykq7BZB4waAPIR6/s400/IMG_9050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593996049316379250" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQkuqTTctuYFx45Asc-f-9HngU1WkD7wdAq7pmK1AZXm6s14Yifu9whMlRUPyMQJXL3mxYNpxoAiVMdxdMVrcxoeoeqS8JXEgpQu4o-QwoSGZv-qJRiPEfQ5dn6dF2in3thEtKtzHaXno/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQkuqTTctuYFx45Asc-f-9HngU1WkD7wdAq7pmK1AZXm6s14Yifu9whMlRUPyMQJXL3mxYNpxoAiVMdxdMVrcxoeoeqS8JXEgpQu4o-QwoSGZv-qJRiPEfQ5dn6dF2in3thEtKtzHaXno/s400/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593995508937859330" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Up the road I’d also noted Radio Days, stocking not only the clothes, but furniture/-shings and more, not only for sale but also to rent, as props, and then, I don’t know if you know, I enthuse, hoping to tap into Graham’s historical vein, they’ve got a massive stock of original fifties Picture Posts, Life itself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Dv9LP8GW7dzoh0527-UUkj96_BqgVK6ruuMbkG4qJpJehQ8tcIHQs4tGEFqCeroses0rdrxjJfBBJwPY12Yrrol6rW9bAA5vqYQlnmcyqsHSv0GnqhzdkU8eigriKSIUau82ceTDGNGb/s1600/IMG_9703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Dv9LP8GW7dzoh0527-UUkj96_BqgVK6ruuMbkG4qJpJehQ8tcIHQs4tGEFqCeroses0rdrxjJfBBJwPY12Yrrol6rW9bAA5vqYQlnmcyqsHSv0GnqhzdkU8eigriKSIUau82ceTDGNGb/s400/IMG_9703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593994592749242498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7xNDT7I6u6yRUOxXWpoB8laycmuS3U5_AEcIR5FLxNmOoBRcbSwPiHwSDoSOwpnI-ZL0AFSBcVXYBmTR8hGwLO3pXTZtQGon_qSc7eVM01_xAUlxGdaDRTANle6g0_ZYAdRQ4N9IrB5m/s1600/IMG_8901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7xNDT7I6u6yRUOxXWpoB8laycmuS3U5_AEcIR5FLxNmOoBRcbSwPiHwSDoSOwpnI-ZL0AFSBcVXYBmTR8hGwLO3pXTZtQGon_qSc7eVM01_xAUlxGdaDRTANle6g0_ZYAdRQ4N9IrB5m/s400/IMG_8901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593994234969417682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Even this, though, fails to impress, the man’s interest in the conversation clearly waning. I think, he suggests, leaning forward on the palms of his hands, pushing himself up from the table, we should stop this now. Perhaps, I realise retrospectively, it was the talk of photojournalistic magazines, the dependence of whose stories on photos, no shot no copy, which depressed the man. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxosq7WlgRQhE7rDFUmvwgUKKbPALy5JDQHzdIePkln8YYOg11OiU6aalq_OSs4Pl_E_Jj7LDXquzVIdrNg1cH8R4taBN0qps17N3EKcEdKsuRFZgjWi4vQnrVTB78EztF6HeAqdC4yRg/s1600/IMG_9666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxosq7WlgRQhE7rDFUmvwgUKKbPALy5JDQHzdIePkln8YYOg11OiU6aalq_OSs4Pl_E_Jj7LDXquzVIdrNg1cH8R4taBN0qps17N3EKcEdKsuRFZgjWi4vQnrVTB78EztF6HeAqdC4yRg/s400/IMG_9666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593993424267492674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course, with nothing to lose, but knowing the request vain, I ask if he wouldn’t mind posing for a portrait. Silly question I understand, but the integrity of my project requires the request, if by no means its being granted.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh13r15pk2-ft_h-MM4_XkRpnkOHl2I_uArQ_t2Ud1I8bZHDOh8gHAbajaMVNgB70FVp5tyI3Bt4u5kCGgOvyxOVmxQAVIXn8Msw3IKvvbVBdFnYejXXNDe4RhV9mRbgtjQ01sitL4Fi9_/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh13r15pk2-ft_h-MM4_XkRpnkOHl2I_uArQ_t2Ud1I8bZHDOh8gHAbajaMVNgB70FVp5tyI3Bt4u5kCGgOvyxOVmxQAVIXn8Msw3IKvvbVBdFnYejXXNDe4RhV9mRbgtjQ01sitL4Fi9_/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593992881966802194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It’s not truth, you know, what a camera produces. Certainly I know, I say. But everywhere pictures are presented as true, it’s pernicious. We’re at the top of the stairs, now, and he’s pushing on the door back into the shop, his wife still at the till. I believe this may go to the heart of his distrust for me, then, the simple fact, all along, that I’ve had the camera with me, have explained its place at the heart of my project. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOvU5A8MAnu9EhrsPm6mwyxPrfvC82bYHw2AdSRSCaHf4oFsh5kTn8z0p70yDK8NABtmx-pScHKJlSzqSh48BK12w21jKB-EXoERpAorAKt0U55MsKIMt9eWjxWJvfPFBF3aGxyd9MfML/s1600/IMG_9207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOvU5A8MAnu9EhrsPm6mwyxPrfvC82bYHw2AdSRSCaHf4oFsh5kTn8z0p70yDK8NABtmx-pScHKJlSzqSh48BK12w21jKB-EXoERpAorAKt0U55MsKIMt9eWjxWJvfPFBF3aGxyd9MfML/s400/IMG_9207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593992437919641090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo2OSCvh-wsIKBTx-q1bx0JEsRNr4doqVTC8Mj5tk21TvFKzUU0y2x43y7b16KZXNo1BLjbYX5EoKJtk_i__dbattukdiKgZtoijJMXnU91ko8rxX19wUZtj-7ANmSUS-jZayWG9oQmT-/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo2OSCvh-wsIKBTx-q1bx0JEsRNr4doqVTC8Mj5tk21TvFKzUU0y2x43y7b16KZXNo1BLjbYX5EoKJtk_i__dbattukdiKgZtoijJMXnU91ko8rxX19wUZtj-7ANmSUS-jZayWG9oQmT-/s400/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991974591300370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I do street shots, I’d explained, shots of people going about their life, to which he’d replied that you can’t possibly know people. That, it occurs to me now, must after all have been the point of his earlier point. Populations are always on the move, he’d said, nothing in a city is stable. I’d agreed with this absolutely. I’m interested in these changes, recording traces of the past, catching glimpses of the future, I’d tried to explain, the conversation moving on, though, Graham telling me about the immigrants to the area in their waves, the Albanians most recent, he says, and the pub down the road, Lounge 34 as it’s now called, with a fateful disregard for continuity, once the <a href="http://deadpubs.co.uk/LondonPubs/Lambeth/SpanishPatriot.shtml">Spanish Patriot</a>, so named, apparently, from the war of the Spanish succession – the point, I assume, being the complex international lineages of the European dynasties, the wandering of the families, but this being one of the cul-de-sacs into which we’d wound to look at each other slightly confused as to how we’d got there, knowing only that there was a point of contention between us, which, to myself at least, remained obscure.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugO_aMgn6mRMJC1RB5pYenmOlJg8kBXsPJfLdEHaYIfyUEoHha8yhkQsz8ZYpzqE_HDcj873DDsUMkfoWhg-MUKA9vMUo__brAx5zplsL7nyg8-hC3twTW4Dy27XLhZNU572HpH0PUaek/s1600/IMG_9711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugO_aMgn6mRMJC1RB5pYenmOlJg8kBXsPJfLdEHaYIfyUEoHha8yhkQsz8ZYpzqE_HDcj873DDsUMkfoWhg-MUKA9vMUo__brAx5zplsL7nyg8-hC3twTW4Dy27XLhZNU572HpH0PUaek/s400/IMG_9711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991539183499938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcKLPi1Wc2-VmMQqXnjLr-H2BUdoMFkCfKZ42nUNtZDAklR9tFBGTNVRvSsj1S9k1QXEvP-XawteQpjnRCHIWd22BhLPaRU82hx1AhXk_ZarBgi8OK4pdZKgdVdUHSPbtYVSsPS1C9kiM/s1600/IMG_9531.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcKLPi1Wc2-VmMQqXnjLr-H2BUdoMFkCfKZ42nUNtZDAklR9tFBGTNVRvSsj1S9k1QXEvP-XawteQpjnRCHIWd22BhLPaRU82hx1AhXk_ZarBgi8OK4pdZKgdVdUHSPbtYVSsPS1C9kiM/s400/IMG_9531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593991283144406354" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Perhaps in the end the central cause of what he sees as the demise of the area, reducing it, he may well in fact believe, and perhaps correctly despite my insistence on seeing it otherwise, to somewhere very much like anywhere else, are the mass media, strangling the life out of popular theatre, leaving it increasingly to the idle hands of the elite, the streets and public venues no match for the couch and its little screen. At the origin, of course, of almost every image on that screen reducing, doubtless, any one area to the status of a nearer and nearer reproduction of any other, was a mechanism very much like that in front of which I’d sought to have him pose</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, the camera perhaps not the record of the present it pretends to be, but its nemesis, turning it into the past.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><!--EndFragment--><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvIQrOe5-JmSFKkWXdl0AaD9EagFQd3oD8CCBlv4swbbalwJHRkZVZFOZDBKnaYR_3ms3DIcX-Vv-8mP9d4QYWFCVwXbArcRHy_0plZmNaQw_hS77zd3WCGaQyC6O6K0GwkRLNDAB8MMS/s1600/IMG_9308.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvIQrOe5-JmSFKkWXdl0AaD9EagFQd3oD8CCBlv4swbbalwJHRkZVZFOZDBKnaYR_3ms3DIcX-Vv-8mP9d4QYWFCVwXbArcRHy_0plZmNaQw_hS77zd3WCGaQyC6O6K0GwkRLNDAB8MMS/s400/IMG_9308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593990673639954018" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxdh5krmgzDyK_kPlgg501mMQjs1efBI2lyiNDqLl33_MJg-GGUuikqAQO8sYaQjqayNP3kcPIlgtR49Zxa-pHFphPcQUpoHX9Dl5zljKp1dLSj8XY6yJFzApguwWCPev4BD6nVy7YP9M/s1600/IMG_9476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxdh5krmgzDyK_kPlgg501mMQjs1efBI2lyiNDqLl33_MJg-GGUuikqAQO8sYaQjqayNP3kcPIlgtR49Zxa-pHFphPcQUpoHX9Dl5zljKp1dLSj8XY6yJFzApguwWCPev4BD6nVy7YP9M/s400/IMG_9476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593990238051837378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">His wife, who’d heard the last of our conversation as we’d headed back up to the shop, remarks that he’s spent the morning trying to get maps converted to digital for use. Precisely, though, he says, he’d abandoned the idea as the results were disappointing. However, looking at his book later I realise that it itself in fact has a complex relation to photography amounting to dependence. As well as a handful of actual photographs, maps and prints are selected on the basis of their ‘</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">photographic</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> accuracy’ (the highlight mine), behind which he frequently discerns the role of various instruments ensuring an objectivity both as true and so as false as the camera’s. Indeed, to these he applies principles based on the same sort of projection that is the camera’s weakness, certainly, but also strength, triangulating amongst them with the graphic ingenuity of a student of Moholy Nagy for essential support to the central theses of his book concerning change and continuity.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKJ-9bRLTZloABEMRL41pRaBPlmcnbJSuG5QExo6P7j3RdyU22gSJWuEbx4yFx1Z6kjnRi3GHinNUyPU7hE_DaQOXma0suCUjIcP3yHQXFt1Vp_nBA_U5U8TWsRcHJAbkoktD0Xb7CpZJ/s1600/IMG_9817.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKJ-9bRLTZloABEMRL41pRaBPlmcnbJSuG5QExo6P7j3RdyU22gSJWuEbx4yFx1Z6kjnRi3GHinNUyPU7hE_DaQOXma0suCUjIcP3yHQXFt1Vp_nBA_U5U8TWsRcHJAbkoktD0Xb7CpZJ/s400/IMG_9817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593989637851735298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As ever, though, I agree with the man on principle, and say so, but the point for me’s not to seek to present the images as true at all: surely a necessary means to undermine the truth claims of the medium is through the medium itself, produce images that refute their own veracity. Again, though, this comes out as so much sophism, and the appeal falls flat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipu2zDj6rCj67di0lRVbNtzwo2FZAv6JaoSsCJFVlQ5HNbp6q3DSINYlBaYwgI2mjQCy4EfGTtdpEw6fhAO_ig-vuKAujCR0fSc6-2ke8ZJpZ7o7kZWRIfXkOZl3J26D22XlvksBa55bj-/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipu2zDj6rCj67di0lRVbNtzwo2FZAv6JaoSsCJFVlQ5HNbp6q3DSINYlBaYwgI2mjQCy4EfGTtdpEw6fhAO_ig-vuKAujCR0fSc6-2ke8ZJpZ7o7kZWRIfXkOZl3J26D22XlvksBa55bj-/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593989011176738850" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz7C5VKKO-sWBDqnCNYlKbtNsXGs0Ulh4aNTQFtu4OyGcK-Bla4Fc8Znz4BAeJxQmB0KY6EZ-XTXuUGEJJmEPZNqJHMwRJYQIcNSsuabGReEHzIofrGqAtc8_KeqP4PspgH8JOMvnWLok/s1600/IMG_8601.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz7C5VKKO-sWBDqnCNYlKbtNsXGs0Ulh4aNTQFtu4OyGcK-Bla4Fc8Znz4BAeJxQmB0KY6EZ-XTXuUGEJJmEPZNqJHMwRJYQIcNSsuabGReEHzIofrGqAtc8_KeqP4PspgH8JOMvnWLok/s400/IMG_8601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593988346910754610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As a last effort to salvage something solid from this, Graham by now half in the shade of the obscure room from which he’d first emerged from beside his wife, perhaps he could just say what, for him, is the genius of Lower Marsh. Again, I realise too late that the question can only confirm the man’s suspicions of me, as though all along I’d sought only a sound bite, and of course this, too, must go without response, for answer only a wan smile, a little shake of the head, and a piece of advice. Just walk, look around you, and above all, not with the camera.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvnihuMZEPpN5T5_x7qjhMwBnhBJ6VURPtKyQspcLnQjyp6IQkjVB6z-URBn-4DMKlBBSLOB_fIIQKb3Cy92GkEDfveAaA3YAFzP0C4Mwx9GjItx85fauC4Y7aKFq887ffSZhMDuAWerv/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvnihuMZEPpN5T5_x7qjhMwBnhBJ6VURPtKyQspcLnQjyp6IQkjVB6z-URBn-4DMKlBBSLOB_fIIQKb3Cy92GkEDfveAaA3YAFzP0C4Mwx9GjItx85fauC4Y7aKFq887ffSZhMDuAWerv/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593986987225072018" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoAa1mCIKwPpZid-KzKTs-mIKbIZ9-CKQw-9NhHNy6_Hq3PMxKgddbWOISsfABR0w4j_Dq3yF0KGKdevVOS6BeahAxUMQD3pixPXR1proswgzrZi2OqZEO-75T0PhEEd0MFmTsRdyZLdo/s1600/IMG_1444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoAa1mCIKwPpZid-KzKTs-mIKbIZ9-CKQw-9NhHNy6_Hq3PMxKgddbWOISsfABR0w4j_Dq3yF0KGKdevVOS6BeahAxUMQD3pixPXR1proswgzrZi2OqZEO-75T0PhEEd0MFmTsRdyZLdo/s400/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593986310775410210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcICtQL1D8iJMJASEqPK7OBZ6_P9XJXjDtvUTP_ZWiU1zRocc1c_CzdwLoP1RNbN7mR7gKS2fEErsMGPhfn08NSZLIH8f_tfiqXBxpWxR-oeynkQjVybR2Wdy3K84BqvRAP88jZsJpJdHx/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcICtQL1D8iJMJASEqPK7OBZ6_P9XJXjDtvUTP_ZWiU1zRocc1c_CzdwLoP1RNbN7mR7gKS2fEErsMGPhfn08NSZLIH8f_tfiqXBxpWxR-oeynkQjVybR2Wdy3K84BqvRAP88jZsJpJdHx/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593985318427112114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-39120509009545341762011-02-06T06:38:00.000-08:002011-04-24T07:48:13.063-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Westfield Develpments: Proposal for a White City</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by The Windowless Consultant</i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmr2BqAUvLQ1Vt1Gaive1XncXNpPOCrv_MhiaT0ekfn4TJQrSAhylG6lxM1GsjxOD7y_PGnYbS_PjM7aCCj7jq9g6_U4UQ8u50CLlrtR3JMEpLVBjiLpeDIkEafTVK_wa5eDoPNt-81SX/s1600/IMG_9592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmr2BqAUvLQ1Vt1Gaive1XncXNpPOCrv_MhiaT0ekfn4TJQrSAhylG6lxM1GsjxOD7y_PGnYbS_PjM7aCCj7jq9g6_U4UQ8u50CLlrtR3JMEpLVBjiLpeDIkEafTVK_wa5eDoPNt-81SX/s400/IMG_9592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570637332139491778" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvVncAt-VUM6bvmTkQO-a5jGRJ7j0DvWv-30VJPHtl4b9d_0rDbWH0TNBEXfaPSTBjZIPumsTyUL15UX59xoT7HNWD6n2h4Ufc46M53OtF0SzXzDflIxtfJjdE0xurRP2gxM_kYQBDygG/s1600/IMG_5765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvVncAt-VUM6bvmTkQO-a5jGRJ7j0DvWv-30VJPHtl4b9d_0rDbWH0TNBEXfaPSTBjZIPumsTyUL15UX59xoT7HNWD6n2h4Ufc46M53OtF0SzXzDflIxtfJjdE0xurRP2gxM_kYQBDygG/s400/IMG_5765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570636547463357602" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRCizget_9rfCBo63H5qyaonxWkDGQdH446xBbtLIJ_lxG-a7WzqtFOMuOQDbnNj6he8-KHcqWy9zEOrJNFKkoYmz07RP5kEQgIAaBK18PVV53ppWsuowvxRuvMNBv3j6cd4TETqBDLtf/s1600/IMG_5227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRCizget_9rfCBo63H5qyaonxWkDGQdH446xBbtLIJ_lxG-a7WzqtFOMuOQDbnNj6he8-KHcqWy9zEOrJNFKkoYmz07RP5kEQgIAaBK18PVV53ppWsuowvxRuvMNBv3j6cd4TETqBDLtf/s400/IMG_5227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570636200541906354" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The first pre-echoes come in the Underground, my first visit to the station in years. Not only the posters, presumably mostly shared across the network, the sudden deafening lurches of massive speed, but also the carefully tiled stripes, systems of convex mirrors, alignments of walls and voids appear almost deliberately to stage an effect that, having as yet not ventured out, I could only call strange, not yet able to identify it as something tending to undermine senses of difference, distance, stillness and motion, original and image, penetrable or not, surface and depth.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQUXafikW9Sr1wenW4VhKmpGVzYnoLeeTdJQkhtX1iHJ6s94X4xX7GHPSPBg3Vjl8dXTb7rdVOatA-B6gPwpCzxJEs97VYpPpb8_TxNptjsMuHzVfoEcVn331gfQd9PLQX37CfYyVRNv4/s1600/IMG_9567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQUXafikW9Sr1wenW4VhKmpGVzYnoLeeTdJQkhtX1iHJ6s94X4xX7GHPSPBg3Vjl8dXTb7rdVOatA-B6gPwpCzxJEs97VYpPpb8_TxNptjsMuHzVfoEcVn331gfQd9PLQX37CfYyVRNv4/s400/IMG_9567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570635105351763506" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwIXmnLTtepbgJxoe_V5MlnufE6ocS87_tXFeK3E6btk5WQqWbBctoPXiTOC5GJVJ2lU_iax8U_DBltnvWk-diTWZisO42bN1fiVrgOlbjr8FIcXeRWln-oQ7mdkD3O7iedob6UNc00Hl/s1600/IMG_9243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwIXmnLTtepbgJxoe_V5MlnufE6ocS87_tXFeK3E6btk5WQqWbBctoPXiTOC5GJVJ2lU_iax8U_DBltnvWk-diTWZisO42bN1fiVrgOlbjr8FIcXeRWln-oQ7mdkD3O7iedob6UNc00Hl/s400/IMG_9243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570634755143330322" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRmTXioCe4cDfqL-t4JY3aJoP9FIASpGZPemEGemst6hPsZWy2oBpch2edMqvgKZ6knfAOzKzahEbxTC4uyfSf6sXddCOHCrC77UbuvlRN2lMXqV2ZkrZWAdryQoY-ff8ePLrB41MfA0K/s1600/IMG_5769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRmTXioCe4cDfqL-t4JY3aJoP9FIASpGZPemEGemst6hPsZWy2oBpch2edMqvgKZ6knfAOzKzahEbxTC4uyfSf6sXddCOHCrC77UbuvlRN2lMXqV2ZkrZWAdryQoY-ff8ePLrB41MfA0K/s400/IMG_5769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633934543570306" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TfL, as is well known, are chary of mechanical reproduction, and, though I had the SLR, I preferred not to use it, afraid the sound of the mechanism, the whir as the system of mirrors chops away from the sensor and back, would bring unwanted attention. The compact, on the other hand, though quieter, and involving a slighter gesture - an appearance, indeed, often more of fiddling than shooting - I discovered in the Underground has other issues, a snowstorm of hexagonal orbs entering any image shot into light over darkness. Blowing to remove dust from the lens, though, found it unmovable, all on the inside, and, worse, moisture from the puffing got in there, too, a thick fog joining the flakes of flare. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV0HyTIyLb_IO3ZyqEmsLnjTsdi5uvjVAORbTETzGGDcrz4-fO8FG1lTpDYnkQlTkNfxyACgkfbSWEKi9xJ1b2oGcnsqrg5SXZXBclH9eB68Fq6iN-9pmOOX4DRljeU3kVKW7pgC04FR2/s1600/IMG_4743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV0HyTIyLb_IO3ZyqEmsLnjTsdi5uvjVAORbTETzGGDcrz4-fO8FG1lTpDYnkQlTkNfxyACgkfbSWEKi9xJ1b2oGcnsqrg5SXZXBclH9eB68Fq6iN-9pmOOX4DRljeU3kVKW7pgC04FR2/s400/IMG_4743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633367951120018" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwMMoSU7OVX8EF5AGPrlpDkhajvEJhfAByMbATFeN8pzsd6aD3YcPQzacXEdDNpW3U-D54iLoqUqsPAyiZ9q_2GmknZ4xosW6CuCFBvAGonFi-QcwrirDloQAzMXlrYM-eHzKVUygP27N/s1600/IMG_5264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwMMoSU7OVX8EF5AGPrlpDkhajvEJhfAByMbATFeN8pzsd6aD3YcPQzacXEdDNpW3U-D54iLoqUqsPAyiZ9q_2GmknZ4xosW6CuCFBvAGonFi-QcwrirDloQAzMXlrYM-eHzKVUygP27N/s400/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570631375710200034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html">Ruby</a>, of the Goldhawk Road station café, who’d first made the connection: that a better class of customer could be persuaded in to <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=westfield+london&fb=1&gl=uk&hq=westfield&hnear=Westminster,+London&cid=0,0,11760290547418655596&ei=O7BOTcGQHsuBhQf37MCFDw&sa=X&oi=local_result&ct=image&resnum=2&ved=0CDAQnwIwAQ">Westfield</a> from a catchment west as far as Heathrow, east all the way to the sea, suggested to her that more must be made of Goldhawk. Vast engine of gentrification, taking over not only the remaining imperial exhibition White City buildings, but also one of the last of the Inner London goodsyards to have been made over, these spaces around rails – King’s Cross, Paddington Basin, Broadgate one of the first – freed up by the smoother times of IT from goods, Westfield in scale alone a planner’s dream, where the atmosphere, meaning of a vast surrounding area could be transformed in repercussions at a blow. If the council now have eyes on Goldhawk, this is why, and, to sound the depth of the changes – changes echoing across the city, too, gravitational fields realigned - would require a visit.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hefTR1cqBC7Xe1OTqgdbUJH-T3SDeJzdhbFL8gEUxaHkS2V8FVok0TBqs2fQmZilT-xK4XBRqeSNn_BYKduV3rER8KFSf_KXetMZb4-RqWdAcZVXXC2E4xOLojl2TMSUCMe0hPVefmd1/s1600/IMG_4966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hefTR1cqBC7Xe1OTqgdbUJH-T3SDeJzdhbFL8gEUxaHkS2V8FVok0TBqs2fQmZilT-xK4XBRqeSNn_BYKduV3rER8KFSf_KXetMZb4-RqWdAcZVXXC2E4xOLojl2TMSUCMe0hPVefmd1/s400/IMG_4966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570623732929765378" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAziaWX9Dy7cQHcbyN7FkUrxfnpocKY0yaN3Ij2_LYXl0itYoTQx4s4Siy8AbJsmpCmlljQOThkORSejlkaX9pF4J4mzG9GUPiy-iV-ySq9d_E-4d7Z4aea3yhAY8PEZ3Urr9LyHwq2DyM/s1600/IMG_5792.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAziaWX9Dy7cQHcbyN7FkUrxfnpocKY0yaN3Ij2_LYXl0itYoTQx4s4Siy8AbJsmpCmlljQOThkORSejlkaX9pF4J4mzG9GUPiy-iV-ySq9d_E-4d7Z4aea3yhAY8PEZ3Urr9LyHwq2DyM/s400/IMG_5792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570623208561913506" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My 2004 A-Z wall map marks the area in the same cartographic white that drew <a href="http://whitcity.blogspot.com/">Conrad</a>’s protagonist, and perhaps before him the man himself, into the dangerous Hell the Europeans were earlier making of the Congo. ‘Site of proposed White City development’ is all it will divulge, adding to the allure with an anomaly: that here in the future could lie the origin of the name. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lUKBkfbt2wDpaM1HlYNE2QWeBXZ241APWfI3A3DWl543ToXj-VHy0VqMkfQV0jAhm_ndcNLOZ21u8osIriDF115xozyK_NMp0wFlAkoayJ1bN9gVmP6VPY9J-Z6mQmCBE3l35RbIR1-F/s1600/IMG_5187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lUKBkfbt2wDpaM1HlYNE2QWeBXZ241APWfI3A3DWl543ToXj-VHy0VqMkfQV0jAhm_ndcNLOZ21u8osIriDF115xozyK_NMp0wFlAkoayJ1bN9gVmP6VPY9J-Z6mQmCBE3l35RbIR1-F/s400/IMG_5187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570622888036084674" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTe_2q7NItojL5rLAlLbJQlkqQp6HV9p8AqJfE4tEhXlGrhh6ErH6WQg_-hNMF1S5tP127SKjySAxc2jmsariZDX_zn5mXEX1mooHXrLo6WF_UxFWHql8DXKTMB1OAb5_-Dm-AhGFnJve/s1600/IMG_9598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTe_2q7NItojL5rLAlLbJQlkqQp6HV9p8AqJfE4tEhXlGrhh6ErH6WQg_-hNMF1S5tP127SKjySAxc2jmsariZDX_zn5mXEX1mooHXrLo6WF_UxFWHql8DXKTMB1OAb5_-Dm-AhGFnJve/s400/IMG_9598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570622473924475122" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6gWIVIzSqUyfZpCcXdwdYj3WC08T5JusCqfUnkDhyPv8BXIGqk57Yxn0KHHHYIXZHCqO5t4JI0rl_lpAoy26eAzmQFPPf0igZcvKleSIJr-XhZPoKtdM-mjNqmdKsZ5nCHUjBpTpFoDA/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6gWIVIzSqUyfZpCcXdwdYj3WC08T5JusCqfUnkDhyPv8BXIGqk57Yxn0KHHHYIXZHCqO5t4JI0rl_lpAoy26eAzmQFPPf0igZcvKleSIJr-XhZPoKtdM-mjNqmdKsZ5nCHUjBpTpFoDA/s400/IMG_5159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621755601072258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Because certainly the source is up for grabs when it’s a question no one trustworthy will claim to resolve. Most agree that it appears to have emerged at the time of a 1908 <a href="http://www.whitecitydevelopment.co.uk/history.asp">exhibition</a> of imperial flavour, but beyond that will only say that it may have referred to the white stuccoed acres of buildings in the Indian style, negative imports of Lutyens’ export London in Delhi. Having drifted around to the North and West under the gravity of the entertainment industry, the BBC studios and QPR/Fulham grounds, the flavour of the name has now become something of a phantom past or abandoned future, imperial castle perhaps of the air, vast mnemonic blank, calcined battlefront, necropolis or utopia, take your pick. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3y7s20a1pX7JY7KH5crBV9sogmXCRl2O7CclJk9c2VHwu2CRoEClEK6BBx-Y3Sz_UHmkFoGVNSX7jtF7UgkgsZpqgKHdmckd8ovrmI0gWEy_NqVB-M06O3oXwmUKGL-pin_cYO-V5qpm/s1600/IMG_9171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3y7s20a1pX7JY7KH5crBV9sogmXCRl2O7CclJk9c2VHwu2CRoEClEK6BBx-Y3Sz_UHmkFoGVNSX7jtF7UgkgsZpqgKHdmckd8ovrmI0gWEy_NqVB-M06O3oXwmUKGL-pin_cYO-V5qpm/s400/IMG_9171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621414637248802" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyF1oQUGFNuaEx8KddKTx9D8sLpl7G8IZaoSEugrHmoFoEEkRleKSwQEXDisDaAGxo-_sFWbf5-GLP5kKZCPBXjKeTB0EYVQIS3gVCXJP5hL7qcLio9UaIKYvJSqKKGW9hWkvT27IdgkFf/s1600/IMG_5274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyF1oQUGFNuaEx8KddKTx9D8sLpl7G8IZaoSEugrHmoFoEEkRleKSwQEXDisDaAGxo-_sFWbf5-GLP5kKZCPBXjKeTB0EYVQIS3gVCXJP5hL7qcLio9UaIKYvJSqKKGW9hWkvT27IdgkFf/s400/IMG_5274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570620624554234386" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Above ground, where meteorological indecision veered between rain, grey, and sun to confirm the ambiguities below, shots were equally hard to take. I had of course visited the place many times after a buy, for specific business commissions what with the vast number of windows, or in the general way of research, though the retail world, despite the storm of reviews, is less shaken up by the arrival of something like this in its midst than are the wider behaviour patterns of the city, however much the latter prove less noticed or discussed. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_e2t5-2Ad4DxTl2Q4rL_LPT80IFXBQOZa3AmQeZIBSOkeyLieUFuJlYOUkLd0DYLt2o_Cf-yewLmo-wnbZb1a3kGbQymJB8qSnOp7DBTz_5bzEX2ZW1a24QcDOobiypsnco65XSpmFkv/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_e2t5-2Ad4DxTl2Q4rL_LPT80IFXBQOZa3AmQeZIBSOkeyLieUFuJlYOUkLd0DYLt2o_Cf-yewLmo-wnbZb1a3kGbQymJB8qSnOp7DBTz_5bzEX2ZW1a24QcDOobiypsnco65XSpmFkv/s400/IMG_5330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570620066853108066" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59Q8_NOVccjEZcsqI7I34rCb_J0bs_cVb4PJTK4JlWWB1Hfi4oMRbv15uLBjmPoMz6qCr9nA63o2Mm0xnRNNLYReP0yo8IU14MfptfL2oAbw3c7Xu8UsM8h-rZ3E0k-LsM9-GHV6IVl0R/s1600/IMG_5753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59Q8_NOVccjEZcsqI7I34rCb_J0bs_cVb4PJTK4JlWWB1Hfi4oMRbv15uLBjmPoMz6qCr9nA63o2Mm0xnRNNLYReP0yo8IU14MfptfL2oAbw3c7Xu8UsM8h-rZ3E0k-LsM9-GHV6IVl0R/s400/IMG_5753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570618502433643666" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO4FhMYWOiAYkoeyunUzI0henhMW9dHzaBJIIDAqcmxjmBpAY1i6RBiaQYTRTQkvGlJW25PJb5diPeIoQaX_DnrXY7ewbHDhaPIvKV4rbGXLqIRiaD8VD4pTIzrzu-6B_lC4TS-B6sP4J/s1600/IMG_5446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO4FhMYWOiAYkoeyunUzI0henhMW9dHzaBJIIDAqcmxjmBpAY1i6RBiaQYTRTQkvGlJW25PJb5diPeIoQaX_DnrXY7ewbHDhaPIvKV4rbGXLqIRiaD8VD4pTIzrzu-6B_lC4TS-B6sP4J/s400/IMG_5446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570618043802690034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But today I wasn’t there in the way of that sort of research, and, those bearings gone, found myself frequently at a loss for subjects, lacking the pretexts either of work or shopping loosing concentration, drifting for long periods without aim until suddenly a subject appearing to suggest itself shooting something quite other – grasping at what I thought was a shopper and coming out with a reflection, catching a photograph where I’d intended a passerby, fumbling exposure in the vast gulfs staged in the place between light and dark, focus between solid and void, depth of field in a place with multiple layers all surface.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jWa_terJ4IEjy6OdvdvoeU8VmPAYCuI4QW2AFkvoK31JiHs5HROmoLSdCtNN4UjwB36F1s46x5lvOc40C37kYdhNvFoSKqO9j0AkWreFIHc0LTtSO05uqXCw85Wqenig23Ml5YJ_Zkm7/s1600/IMG_9731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jWa_terJ4IEjy6OdvdvoeU8VmPAYCuI4QW2AFkvoK31JiHs5HROmoLSdCtNN4UjwB36F1s46x5lvOc40C37kYdhNvFoSKqO9j0AkWreFIHc0LTtSO05uqXCw85Wqenig23Ml5YJ_Zkm7/s400/IMG_9731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570617693455242258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvIG8iK-E3fXg_JGzPRs_5xdmuptoUd8ca6UgrfrmQ1q0ayndvy65hq1gkCBFM2hUP_jtlmqDzWjqmEHeQPO4nBli53-0WIIrwJqeeSoFV6CWta5XN72gXgM5GIey8XL7OHczazAZEgaC/s1600/IMG_5513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvIG8iK-E3fXg_JGzPRs_5xdmuptoUd8ca6UgrfrmQ1q0ayndvy65hq1gkCBFM2hUP_jtlmqDzWjqmEHeQPO4nBli53-0WIIrwJqeeSoFV6CWta5XN72gXgM5GIey8XL7OHczazAZEgaC/s400/IMG_5513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570617343106728098" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyaX0HyNOEWbORjz9lmC4S9n7MVSIz21DlBjhTqbJhyphenhyphenQpNdmjWfeSbR8r-W7lVH_f3Ap3nYfs9hZ0GuphmiDkgO9xyaBIVzycrKG6CWdGWMuNVNn96R1rer_rUwZs7y3om7XSGQ_64jqZl/s1600/IMG_5876.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyaX0HyNOEWbORjz9lmC4S9n7MVSIz21DlBjhTqbJhyphenhyphenQpNdmjWfeSbR8r-W7lVH_f3Ap3nYfs9hZ0GuphmiDkgO9xyaBIVzycrKG6CWdGWMuNVNn96R1rer_rUwZs7y3om7XSGQ_64jqZl/s400/IMG_5876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570616887549249970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pushing on into the jungle of crystal and glass, I began to doubt whether the proposed White City development ever happened, the name dropped, after all, for a reason. Although Westfield is certainly in the West as far as the city’s concerned, lying over brownfield land on the junction of the Westway and the West Cross Route, it was in the West of Sydney that the chain the name was formed for drove its first stake into the ground, taking over the field of a farm before mushrooming to include an <a href="http://westfield.com/corporate/">international portfolio</a> of proprietarily named malls our local’s only a page from. It would of course explain the trouble focusing, the sense of disorientation, repetition of one thing in another, dissolution of scale should Westfield, the concept, turn out more one of activity than place, a sudden change befalling an environment, a removal from context, a gravitational force and set of realignments in which for the visitor to participate must entail the same disorientation I’d been struggling against for shots.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmFUat2jWguLEXWWNJVsw-X34sn4nDf3YhlDMKT_G-cnxRMhbq6M0pLPQ6Io9_nXiuqLtIIDSGAs5H_Xq6nPCvECacYA6mVHSZEw_Xp92VrruDR8C7-3KHYclHkBoHA4WAiu201eNroIU/s1600/IMG_9252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVrMmEQzip7KMut3n0Jr-YwYvhRUB7LgmVmcJIJYKg7t-ahZFck5cn0NmZDg9f5PGPZGPRpiLFt_eSH6wkzQd2bPlsTvvTof08l20aclUmcQhYwASX5lQWqvsAs8Wt8ot-0TZmzuoJG8S/s400/IMG_9736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615754807177890" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If in Westfield Conrad’s Company comes home, it would be of its Kurtz I should doubtless go in search. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwlXloHeWmZR9jOuTnN1YMjhtAzSfGddUwIiND5d4LRJI0E7XtS9ap1J83GK6uv6XA9T695XUaSHAYr-O7Euba92xGRjxUrDHw4gCYBQKyw6XdpFoUGlSXktX391BRE8vzRlea9mq18uH/s1600/IMG_9764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwlXloHeWmZR9jOuTnN1YMjhtAzSfGddUwIiND5d4LRJI0E7XtS9ap1J83GK6uv6XA9T695XUaSHAYr-O7Euba92xGRjxUrDHw4gCYBQKyw6XdpFoUGlSXktX391BRE8vzRlea9mq18uH/s400/IMG_9764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615349087701026" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkalXB7OkCiuDVdp6GThKh-gRS7JmwH7R3yBC4KzZjN8mFVVgnotIoiiHfT7xqnx-v1p289oL48liFZ06IugJj1c0ZFjPTsovyJJA_YajnSqxle2DyJAACIdeA6o2R0vz10o6p9xjFyza/s1600/IMG_9214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkalXB7OkCiuDVdp6GThKh-gRS7JmwH7R3yBC4KzZjN8mFVVgnotIoiiHfT7xqnx-v1p289oL48liFZ06IugJj1c0ZFjPTsovyJJA_YajnSqxle2DyJAACIdeA6o2R0vz10o6p9xjFyza/s400/IMG_9214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615065667517218" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm7qJLRTNr6J03qwYzZWfMxe8X_M59wAHC4Z-VZtKhion_fnVBRKt6n3TSXF3EmpVteT5sxXmGYQktIgIqUjIA72F2kWkQCIQsXhcnQtT6pcX3NPY0OQM7KYcCSyavQL1qtKrhokRAbVA/s1600/IMG_9590.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm7qJLRTNr6J03qwYzZWfMxe8X_M59wAHC4Z-VZtKhion_fnVBRKt6n3TSXF3EmpVteT5sxXmGYQktIgIqUjIA72F2kWkQCIQsXhcnQtT6pcX3NPY0OQM7KYcCSyavQL1qtKrhokRAbVA/s400/IMG_9590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570612136428170722" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Any attempt at portrait work is of course hard here, few ready to risk being caught by a manager off job, and those who are, not for long – snaps must be quick, slipped in with a sudden chat which itself will illuminate no more than a chance fact from a vast terrain.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSnPXXAUTLc3D65DYMwg8rkrbHLRW1wlE0VZjFJWCJRHUcj9vSP_Yr8oYkLwah5lCUczAKrCHJr6MqT7QXKsAPYlYzZvrkwG2E1JME_hn3z1RDleG-ouT3HkKvXA10zr3nCHB4iUL79ID/s1600/IMG_9261.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSnPXXAUTLc3D65DYMwg8rkrbHLRW1wlE0VZjFJWCJRHUcj9vSP_Yr8oYkLwah5lCUczAKrCHJr6MqT7QXKsAPYlYzZvrkwG2E1JME_hn3z1RDleG-ouT3HkKvXA10zr3nCHB4iUL79ID/s400/IMG_9261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570611422809112466" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UB9tF_iYQ_M-JbCpZRN4yKZK4PbvY_eidGMqeR4xXewaC3nnYIakknT2JhaCbRB9raB5tnn8eGI3IPmkxsAsX6eeIm0kgen0pc6Q0pdOVBwpCWYLKmVrEzWk__AaiUryAk6Woq8G0t7K/s1600/IMG_9157.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UB9tF_iYQ_M-JbCpZRN4yKZK4PbvY_eidGMqeR4xXewaC3nnYIakknT2JhaCbRB9raB5tnn8eGI3IPmkxsAsX6eeIm0kgen0pc6Q0pdOVBwpCWYLKmVrEzWk__AaiUryAk6Woq8G0t7K/s400/IMG_9157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570610974582303362" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguqaORiMjp4lCU2C8GSHST5CdP-Q-KVdV07v3ieEZyv5aip6C2MOyzkGuWABdtc8uFUyGlI0U2R8nmDrhGQGg7IMYWDxbyWp-tMINtBE3bPorwaLXDqPGP1reCAqIsBueSHBD3ruBuSXA/s1600/IMG_9680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguqaORiMjp4lCU2C8GSHST5CdP-Q-KVdV07v3ieEZyv5aip6C2MOyzkGuWABdtc8uFUyGlI0U2R8nmDrhGQGg7IMYWDxbyWp-tMINtBE3bPorwaLXDqPGP1reCAqIsBueSHBD3ruBuSXA/s400/IMG_9680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570610688252451266" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ollie, from Israel, has noticed there a large number of his compatriots, and puts it down to aggression, related to conscription perhaps, a willingness to plunge endlessly into the pressed passage of custom with a smile and a product, an offer to shine the most recalcitrant nails in proof, again and again, undaunted.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DlsuPmU1zSl1QsJyxt-6JCvVqzwI9MCfPeM2lPeJCGGMa9nKeMniVTGyyv_o5Duc9J7IRTou2dLWU5qzTrT6SHNDbr4EV6cOzfmqjm7iI9-PiV6vL-LGCRHXNlAP1TKPPKrbNNA5E2mA/s1600/IMG_5862.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DlsuPmU1zSl1QsJyxt-6JCvVqzwI9MCfPeM2lPeJCGGMa9nKeMniVTGyyv_o5Duc9J7IRTou2dLWU5qzTrT6SHNDbr4EV6cOzfmqjm7iI9-PiV6vL-LGCRHXNlAP1TKPPKrbNNA5E2mA/s400/IMG_5862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570609852047718482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Caroline, from Sweden, mobile masseuse, loves the work, a craft, not being in an office all day, meeting people, grabbing a passer by, a laying on of hands alone relieving them of their internalised burdens of the day, leaving them lighter, suppler, happier.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdDtYpCSd5ofHw_xfdEVoLuCxGd3pD3gOxSx8ZX7sJ86DpjsosxuHeL3fSsfrnAxavtPpp7QTwgrV4L0BMJWFbVRQzcrhyM77Kq0FKHS0mRyT-dDGODmycw3F12K6Q_Yy8ZiNZmQ8tO8e/s1600/IMG_9789.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdDtYpCSd5ofHw_xfdEVoLuCxGd3pD3gOxSx8ZX7sJ86DpjsosxuHeL3fSsfrnAxavtPpp7QTwgrV4L0BMJWFbVRQzcrhyM77Kq0FKHS0mRyT-dDGODmycw3F12K6Q_Yy8ZiNZmQ8tO8e/s400/IMG_9789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570609145860633186" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Daniel, from Spain, found the job on Gumtree, has always worked in the food industry, and was happy to find work in what turns out to be one of the few – perhaps only – stores here independent of a chain. Tapas here’s different of course, without the sociality at home, but the quality’s good, the opportunity.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRvjSjBozafTGxu7Ar9kuTXJtlabQYa2esFYAd2s-jcOircLMxoYLttL0Vm9FrWOIzTTnXytnhWj3ftV9Rmka8DHumix5RpPiDszpVRSf24K0EAyEOl6t_IzjtUzt2DMskL6mZC_hVAXt/s1600/IMG_9292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRvjSjBozafTGxu7Ar9kuTXJtlabQYa2esFYAd2s-jcOircLMxoYLttL0Vm9FrWOIzTTnXytnhWj3ftV9Rmka8DHumix5RpPiDszpVRSf24K0EAyEOl6t_IzjtUzt2DMskL6mZC_hVAXt/s400/IMG_9292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570608387918429074" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of those I meet who agree to a photo, Linda comes from the nearest, in from Chiswick to work the <a href="http://www.venturephotography.com/uk/">Venture</a> photography stall, selling trips to the Knightsbridge studios with the family, the loved one, for the most important story you ever told, bespoke. What she enjoys is the independence, the place, she suggests, a little town, a world in itself.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In this little prism, all the world caught up in an image, perhaps, glittering, to measure, of its requirements and aspirations. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiI3ZnvK3kGBf_WeOligj9r2Hk6aUUq8zWOjdTQk0LaVnHD6hrbHRLrQOixESNUbYMzeiOHIHjyqPpWZbP_uTak0vxfuPQtKZ4dYnww3tQVk0q9d9qMdR2KfPZJRHolIpGQN3zo8qkm3Oj/s1600/IMG_9687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiI3ZnvK3kGBf_WeOligj9r2Hk6aUUq8zWOjdTQk0LaVnHD6hrbHRLrQOixESNUbYMzeiOHIHjyqPpWZbP_uTak0vxfuPQtKZ4dYnww3tQVk0q9d9qMdR2KfPZJRHolIpGQN3zo8qkm3Oj/s400/IMG_9687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570607731247259298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qLK5idiLb2f0zGyCGpy21Z9fypjViL8dz85BoRLSQr5v-HSpiVU-mt-nrKTAuC0lJkCQSInDFwgtzff5AeRQA_d9AplBNIjiGZeSGOwoyDGCuCTxVJ7AoIgqyO-Yh54qvAYFMvew7Hlg/s1600/IMG_9622.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qLK5idiLb2f0zGyCGpy21Z9fypjViL8dz85BoRLSQr5v-HSpiVU-mt-nrKTAuC0lJkCQSInDFwgtzff5AeRQA_d9AplBNIjiGZeSGOwoyDGCuCTxVJ7AoIgqyO-Yh54qvAYFMvew7Hlg/s400/IMG_9622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570607459430191010" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidIzGY574MhSUB4w_gT2lnwkYaPiDoQOGcRUr1kSUNaO5D4maLTy2YbCPbN74FJwn7cARv0Vh3FZb9VzTnsdyLIuq9ykOwe0ipVHHWHlgCscvjkF4YN_2xpJMeiEaZdU_NEkw-XfSL_JC/s1600/IMG_9703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidIzGY574MhSUB4w_gT2lnwkYaPiDoQOGcRUr1kSUNaO5D4maLTy2YbCPbN74FJwn7cARv0Vh3FZb9VzTnsdyLIuq9ykOwe0ipVHHWHlgCscvjkF4YN_2xpJMeiEaZdU_NEkw-XfSL_JC/s400/IMG_9703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570607108171673954" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It’s Linda, also, who has about her, perhaps, something most resistant to the tendency of the place to seek to draw them into the disorienting terms, polished, of its own surfaces. However, as I attempt to photograph, I am, of course, at my most self-conscious before this confident mover in a world that finds me a baffled explorer. She seems slightly amused by how dark my result is. Flash is out of the question for the security guards, I explain: as I’ve learned from <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/07/sung-like-canary-wharf-any-resemblance.html">investigations elsewhere</a>, there’s something about this type of space that resists photographers, must monopolise the production of image, reproduction, surface.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WvKcqvm-ghioex91rfweJJ8Np4Y96Yp5B4ilwGoO5tezI9oHuu5iLtlN8rbjnPeJ7BU7S2cP5YFNyMivmGKUJCDZ30GPOA3L94Yh-HPo4kJO80S51YefrP1obGV2GDpae7TVi3wEs1AM/s1600/IMG_4823.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WvKcqvm-ghioex91rfweJJ8Np4Y96Yp5B4ilwGoO5tezI9oHuu5iLtlN8rbjnPeJ7BU7S2cP5YFNyMivmGKUJCDZ30GPOA3L94Yh-HPo4kJO80S51YefrP1obGV2GDpae7TVi3wEs1AM/s400/IMG_4823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570606728280492658" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_4-lh6ajEfyimcZsLt0-oEJjcLEL2AQw69pITBlOtwpen9VByyOayDfCPngQ0t4XsOdB8eFLl_1gCUli1GzKhyphenhyphenqkvDlnycZ6MNUPNpv908hRCyNClS040O8xh35XDmnnxsqhiXc3_J9Q/s1600/IMG_9169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_4-lh6ajEfyimcZsLt0-oEJjcLEL2AQw69pITBlOtwpen9VByyOayDfCPngQ0t4XsOdB8eFLl_1gCUli1GzKhyphenhyphenqkvDlnycZ6MNUPNpv908hRCyNClS040O8xh35XDmnnxsqhiXc3_J9Q/s400/IMG_9169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570606007470620642" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIkDiO7hujUHPTQeav0zuaevlyz9hQbJL3WTZs5xc0fU7pDLOqF84RNw-3i6GU9ueL_G2GMa2acMyVxOJGs5yczRbmOc_ZdTnCtLoala09cgtFRkw4fLgzutZ2lidxVuJRz91IUPrWh4q/s1600/IMG_9479.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIkDiO7hujUHPTQeav0zuaevlyz9hQbJL3WTZs5xc0fU7pDLOqF84RNw-3i6GU9ueL_G2GMa2acMyVxOJGs5yczRbmOc_ZdTnCtLoala09cgtFRkw4fLgzutZ2lidxVuJRz91IUPrWh4q/s400/IMG_9479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570605772835169282" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Personally, I’m attached to the way her presence retreats from the wider glare. It’s fine, she concedes, and, going innocently for the kill, as a snapshot, just what you want for a blog. Along with the dark it’s the scale, apparently – a portrait should have more focus, my desire to contextualise by the by.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJI1nzedEF9QD16dzWnzi6-wrbwkMcP2MRdAKVeHcAvdOc_nwetkVBI81JRBICSZ-6r7U9s0eKPYu19qxqHf0ldiNy-_RMt0w1n3X-sPQ8z-7_tQ4EQ4kaLUMYPASrIbom3HrUsE6uLzj/s1600/IMG_4893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJI1nzedEF9QD16dzWnzi6-wrbwkMcP2MRdAKVeHcAvdOc_nwetkVBI81JRBICSZ-6r7U9s0eKPYu19qxqHf0ldiNy-_RMt0w1n3X-sPQ8z-7_tQ4EQ4kaLUMYPASrIbom3HrUsE6uLzj/s400/IMG_4893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570604566458441410" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrX8IlQrdevkjP6RltcZo9vYnIpzZ1BkToJxH1VzQTv_6IVTe87F4Uoe_0a8ZzwSdQWLgIkX2UBmqVd2M4gg9IOknreaSybfPScaeFkiSHNbj0L0nh-sndorFJOmEx_bDLw0P5LfAWh20G/s1600/IMG_5047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrX8IlQrdevkjP6RltcZo9vYnIpzZ1BkToJxH1VzQTv_6IVTe87F4Uoe_0a8ZzwSdQWLgIkX2UBmqVd2M4gg9IOknreaSybfPScaeFkiSHNbj0L0nh-sndorFJOmEx_bDLw0P5LfAWh20G/s400/IMG_5047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570603854997658946" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Too late to remedy this here with this subject, the lesson, though, was learned: if Westfield was itself less a place than an upheaval that befalls one, a search for context, solidity or the fixed – the search for Westfield, in fact, at all – would be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">distracting from an ability to shoot.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePlTrKytyFrHMXwxb43L1NYdXRjgK3PI6uGYS1LpuCHEFZ2zgzwXoD7lKdNObUEYqk0Hrzy5X1wgHV_yiSv0DiQgswnye4u-CvN7Tpfo1Cr_4Kpe96TqdgRbJ0jNaiHy_RM0pREhEWYYn/s1600/IMG_5629.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePlTrKytyFrHMXwxb43L1NYdXRjgK3PI6uGYS1LpuCHEFZ2zgzwXoD7lKdNObUEYqk0Hrzy5X1wgHV_yiSv0DiQgswnye4u-CvN7Tpfo1Cr_4Kpe96TqdgRbJ0jNaiHy_RM0pREhEWYYn/s400/IMG_5629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570603462011532034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmnbFITA5lfQPGa0YB0bElwj5G5PAAFyE9739xVvHbEgDdYgOYzqkv9Og0EGq0MnOTjjeFaC39bvkpQ1pRjo6EDcdMliFCzRiSEmo_Xtzyt6eekECwi2qap6OK044g2GnDMLlR5mCP7av/s1600/IMG_9754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmnbFITA5lfQPGa0YB0bElwj5G5PAAFyE9739xVvHbEgDdYgOYzqkv9Og0EGq0MnOTjjeFaC39bvkpQ1pRjo6EDcdMliFCzRiSEmo_Xtzyt6eekECwi2qap6OK044g2GnDMLlR5mCP7av/s400/IMG_9754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570602832860088482" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnRaACpC-X2XrfgDUKvQ5U0ACazQlweKPqrg6QvRm61426Oxi2QDmKgQxneSrVVc1k-MVzWpggw8BYSpzNWzvNaHq823y6yhHMmkjMPrMPqllEHzptTzCljaC_974Kt3igqkntwA6_XZX/s1600/IMG_9606.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnRaACpC-X2XrfgDUKvQ5U0ACazQlweKPqrg6QvRm61426Oxi2QDmKgQxneSrVVc1k-MVzWpggw8BYSpzNWzvNaHq823y6yhHMmkjMPrMPqllEHzptTzCljaC_974Kt3igqkntwA6_XZX/s400/IMG_9606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570602064986940034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-26811585013792688782011-01-17T12:04:00.000-08:002011-04-24T07:47:01.376-07:00<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Walworth II: Two Hearts in Example </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by the London Archaeologist</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCimgwRiyY9oMzkzWdIkg-etW30lXiyq3R3tk3NmhaEPRwxCyqQtrbhWancv1ua4c7rnULs5LyzuwrKec-A6QT-HpV43jQvfgw6n_2Kv4gLEHNxRoi09lnn0VGpen4dB2I1zwnaTNQxhA/s1600/IMG_2328.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCimgwRiyY9oMzkzWdIkg-etW30lXiyq3R3tk3NmhaEPRwxCyqQtrbhWancv1ua4c7rnULs5LyzuwrKec-A6QT-HpV43jQvfgw6n_2Kv4gLEHNxRoi09lnn0VGpen4dB2I1zwnaTNQxhA/s400/IMG_2328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563954147043910706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkxvEsr29cFs-eFC-6mAG5wNx0lL3znjWa-mpzEukwL8yzbuLE7a-wlJihX7ma2OdAPh3oEjoE_iZhQ49mNhmGbTSyX0dU9j4qf0KPcWk9grGeE1ZIApOTvkx9PPswVd1wNaVJprk8Ty_/s1600/IMG_7983.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkxvEsr29cFs-eFC-6mAG5wNx0lL3znjWa-mpzEukwL8yzbuLE7a-wlJihX7ma2OdAPh3oEjoE_iZhQ49mNhmGbTSyX0dU9j4qf0KPcWk9grGeE1ZIApOTvkx9PPswVd1wNaVJprk8Ty_/s400/IMG_7983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563953719494091954" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBHJoC9XlGV2ef8aT56j6btvhSJ9t4j-uPR9irbDLp-2vSKbLHI5kaRoVDy0sDBA6yvFPldK-6QanpX23tA8StLfJX28KWSe4WH0cbgobxIbQ3Y_I5ijT7-0Mg1VseBADJXYdWAOpfdZj/s1600/IMG_4520.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBHJoC9XlGV2ef8aT56j6btvhSJ9t4j-uPR9irbDLp-2vSKbLHI5kaRoVDy0sDBA6yvFPldK-6QanpX23tA8StLfJX28KWSe4WH0cbgobxIbQ3Y_I5ijT7-0Mg1VseBADJXYdWAOpfdZj/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563953391074102786" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Hats to the left, hair in the middle, ears on the right, all at the front, looking onto the <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=architectural+rescue+southampton+way&fb=1&gl=uk&hq=architectural+rescue+southampton+way&hnear=Camberwell&cid=0,0,964457776508921590&ei=UcYxTaevGaSShAfw66miCw&sa=X&oi=local_result&ct=image&resnum=4&ved=0CDgQnwIwAw">street</a>, Moss Side boy, Craig the Indian at his window. When he first came down here, he sold the CDs on the pavement, dodging the council workers, whose job it is, we know, to disrupt those who can be. But the man’s a growing web of connections, and before long the barbers’, catching hold of the flitting presence, suggested he move into their shop, a little stall constructed for the purpose, and there he’s to be seen most evenings, someone ducking down for a chat, a purchase, the hand reaching out into the street for an exchange.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnIAy4tGCG_2Wt16QoO_Bo7boXZu7Ut-FUO6ZLtpm4NrqmY2Xe5HQ8HA0ZOy5HGQua8pkAhCdbyOSMO1dsfUgl2FrVaP6ws6DVjUAdw0aa1VHOCqzhSg7Dqn8RyZaSwiHa7uH_JQJ1uw7y/s1600/IMG_2417.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnIAy4tGCG_2Wt16QoO_Bo7boXZu7Ut-FUO6ZLtpm4NrqmY2Xe5HQ8HA0ZOy5HGQua8pkAhCdbyOSMO1dsfUgl2FrVaP6ws6DVjUAdw0aa1VHOCqzhSg7Dqn8RyZaSwiHa7uH_JQJ1uw7y/s400/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952449763342338" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlMjxzGqd9YT4ZUOS_M5bF-vsC3rb7_2ujBqb0zytjeIrHSbSZdBwXuqo7oMd_4Zm6zOwuAPNoedMbErNi4Ty8M9QviI35Gmx-BcdD1x3FDI9QdO0RqVaozsmW4Lz5PdSZZRJv_X4Bjo6/s1600/IMG_4577.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlMjxzGqd9YT4ZUOS_M5bF-vsC3rb7_2ujBqb0zytjeIrHSbSZdBwXuqo7oMd_4Zm6zOwuAPNoedMbErNi4Ty8M9QviI35Gmx-BcdD1x3FDI9QdO0RqVaozsmW4Lz5PdSZZRJv_X4Bjo6/s400/IMG_4577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952046233068226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbBHAzDGoKwJG4Q8QwTT9eP8ZTtRGghQfH4xKqhs1x-vbzC9AxF1jCfbntSGI5cKB10Dka_qDdiEFAA4EcqtZY-TASD40nVl-gDYGRXQ9t30Tk0NPFtj5btPBYek4aMWvh93Ux8eu8lls/s1600/IMG_7771.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbBHAzDGoKwJG4Q8QwTT9eP8ZTtRGghQfH4xKqhs1x-vbzC9AxF1jCfbntSGI5cKB10Dka_qDdiEFAA4EcqtZY-TASD40nVl-gDYGRXQ9t30Tk0NPFtj5btPBYek4aMWvh93Ux8eu8lls/s400/IMG_7771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563951499132618994" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">I was there on the way back from more southerly exploration of the area, my attention caught by this set up with the stores, the conversation begun with my asking about a shot of the fronts, since he’d of necessity be in it, the opening of the window, though small, enough to find him part of the street.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIWqzvcZdPBwGob7GVHEhj3QyzOHjJcKnHChmlkIE2Xu7JsRJhbfSnVM0zMdv22YozDav3Ermx1sTTHEAU204Q4EZ1lKLOdKXJhgCTkI9ID7vW1ZY6GYKMkge22HvjRlcTcmxtsQ225Q5/s1600/IMG_7819.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIWqzvcZdPBwGob7GVHEhj3QyzOHjJcKnHChmlkIE2Xu7JsRJhbfSnVM0zMdv22YozDav3Ermx1sTTHEAU204Q4EZ1lKLOdKXJhgCTkI9ID7vW1ZY6GYKMkge22HvjRlcTcmxtsQ225Q5/s400/IMG_7819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563951172824322962" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEct5SmyBhT7_xwvf3STLLBBRgin8ZabM4x7Y4dc3HOE3DE8VzfgZpyCA365eA8GU-xv-3ULv91t9-nMoFEFBo5cF87w8Gr21f1pUHzgM5RFgjkH8joN9mXNKI7nWtDYkcE-wGppLylub/s1600/IMG_3895.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEct5SmyBhT7_xwvf3STLLBBRgin8ZabM4x7Y4dc3HOE3DE8VzfgZpyCA365eA8GU-xv-3ULv91t9-nMoFEFBo5cF87w8Gr21f1pUHzgM5RFgjkH8joN9mXNKI7nWtDYkcE-wGppLylub/s400/IMG_3895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563950564555561810" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">In fact, he appears to spend as much time out the front as inside, out chatting to acquaintances, passers by, me – noticing, for instance, before I did, that the lads in the entrance to the block next door didn’t necessarily like the look of this, perhaps a copper, trying to catch shots of them up to something, or at least someone after trouble, which if I wasn’t careful I’d find, but it’s alright boys, he explains, the photographer’s with me, and, as for so many others on this stretch of Walworth Road, it’s true, I am.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23xgq8d15pjmMK8e2TxHFiFBiNFcdo7b1ZhSqCLAJTPiQPseIO-ZKSWvKok2jcaUFlWOR92KaoN4wpNendcTpdEm_bxnKoPhyphenhyphenz8Ng0puYBuWz7mqBmLSdYmHUv6k7JV1wI6IaGoPFZ-rb/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23xgq8d15pjmMK8e2TxHFiFBiNFcdo7b1ZhSqCLAJTPiQPseIO-ZKSWvKok2jcaUFlWOR92KaoN4wpNendcTpdEm_bxnKoPhyphenhyphenz8Ng0puYBuWz7mqBmLSdYmHUv6k7JV1wI6IaGoPFZ-rb/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563950002983420898" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBTmLcxlMP9nMpexV0Gn0sO7NDVRopXZE5nKY2Yo4dm7c11x_0HNv_qOrV5mwzK17q_ruXPrldcl2-4teMSB5Wk3tFG6RAu36fRnMlYVAoxCEAeSEUeaKXAbr3_n5D-CZYidL4kEMv_o8/s1600/IMG_2552.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBTmLcxlMP9nMpexV0Gn0sO7NDVRopXZE5nKY2Yo4dm7c11x_0HNv_qOrV5mwzK17q_ruXPrldcl2-4teMSB5Wk3tFG6RAu36fRnMlYVAoxCEAeSEUeaKXAbr3_n5D-CZYidL4kEMv_o8/s400/IMG_2552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563949466015414018" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Indeed, so much is he out, at the moment, I never seem to find him in, and for a portrait, which I hope he’ll agree to when I eventually track him down, you’ll have to wait till a future posting.</span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8odP-l-QJ3QNI7q8TTcbSrlJMNjkklQm_hT-mEIT1vUrEGJEhsVHq7UMfY2B56RjUaqxxYJbSVTnCF8NL_q8oRiemP_0MWdWV3ESfqYOXBt8d8DPQzTtNSmr8mkbiOwvkOClsosAaZGY_/s1600/IMG_8233.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8odP-l-QJ3QNI7q8TTcbSrlJMNjkklQm_hT-mEIT1vUrEGJEhsVHq7UMfY2B56RjUaqxxYJbSVTnCF8NL_q8oRiemP_0MWdWV3ESfqYOXBt8d8DPQzTtNSmr8mkbiOwvkOClsosAaZGY_/s400/IMG_8233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563947990478861794" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What’s it for, he wants to know, and, learning of the blog, before I go passes me a DVD, just in case, you never know where it might lead. A bunch of skateboarders have made it, passed it to him to see if he couldn’t pass it on to someone who might be interested, perhaps connected, they’ve been doing their thing, looking for an outlet,</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">perhaps I might know someone, or someone who knows someone. The man points out that the photographs I’m taking are not to be described as an amateur affair: underground is the correct word, and immediately the camera holds weightier, sprouts wheels, grows claws.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Me1QDGTr3DB9Fyb9En61c2-pGro3zVy0ASdlz-2eESPSbORqAE_Dw_MQOfqZzDxlTSKvQ4VdXnvYIAhhelWHkTTg_TkUxTwiY9Va36oZ_oQSZJgF0hyphenhyphenpsBlegDx_PJvXOzObQvS39hd_/s1600/IMG_2431.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Me1QDGTr3DB9Fyb9En61c2-pGro3zVy0ASdlz-2eESPSbORqAE_Dw_MQOfqZzDxlTSKvQ4VdXnvYIAhhelWHkTTg_TkUxTwiY9Va36oZ_oQSZJgF0hyphenhyphenpsBlegDx_PJvXOzObQvS39hd_/s400/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563269248584796914" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELq48rLs1gnERm1eVhDaAzW8cyHSZZh23SjbSMk1B92nhzWgsy_m6q0-06oDTSpjhqvZZQDKJ6_vOFrnu49y_b35r023SXrKh1Ls43NXaYU7sfM1Iz0gPJnPNQMH78usYlRfM04F2ut-J/s1600/IMG_3721.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELq48rLs1gnERm1eVhDaAzW8cyHSZZh23SjbSMk1B92nhzWgsy_m6q0-06oDTSpjhqvZZQDKJ6_vOFrnu49y_b35r023SXrKh1Ls43NXaYU7sfM1Iz0gPJnPNQMH78usYlRfM04F2ut-J/s400/IMG_3721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563268639238247922" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQudefrAMsZmCJO4Lav29z1zP1rRssH3jHevxK6kluWrhRBM4JWbKLG-I-FNXeOv-8WEGLVEshphU45jlz-k1aoyLKP4zVGE53u5ZJD2EfrRxAiNqxTacrgH7zJqmnNLL4EwfQTdQJpIO/s1600/IMG_3944.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQudefrAMsZmCJO4Lav29z1zP1rRssH3jHevxK6kluWrhRBM4JWbKLG-I-FNXeOv-8WEGLVEshphU45jlz-k1aoyLKP4zVGE53u5ZJD2EfrRxAiNqxTacrgH7zJqmnNLL4EwfQTdQJpIO/s400/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563268401828386946" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">It was clear from the first a single post would never be enough for Walworth, and don’t think this the last, either. Bermondsey, New Cross, Lewisham, even, Blackheath, Camberwell, Peckham, <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/06/vauxhall-pleasures-and-shadow-of-sis-by.html">Vauxhall</a>, Lambeth or Brixton, no less far than Walworth from the northern power centres, are all of them surely in one way or another better known. Of course, a glance at the map will answer for much; if the tendency is to call Walworth at its North the <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html">Elephant</a>, hand its East over to Bermondsey, and divide between Peckham and Kennington the South and the West, that will be accounted for by the transport: a station - rail or tube - becoming the heart of a catchment, a maelstrom sucking or geezer spewing population, destination for one leg or outset for another, will tend everywhere to impose name.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMqz8ndaF0EaZs2JQ7QSCuevTHRMAygxXxhNk4McIUt9dj_qgdKWzxOhC0SZSrjv3yFpk1hU2O3IIpaVMM_cLVfBV6TmUhg6TZJ_Yw3JBiP6bNi7GTFtBBFYlPNaliN9l0TBcIYbU1C16/s1600/IMG_4433.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-GbgishLV5HhHuZ6K9haBOHJmZ9Gl7bQpau06jgO2T6Rzq0mxbq2CfYcmEIbEfDlSe7A-aZiY404VLhWhE6XgGZpeO5xKER5gAaSK3DJns2HVIaBbv12j6miRh842xLNfo6FHPFN-k_Y/s400/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563265676473787298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The effect of the tube on our impression of the city is huge, hard to grasp, surface space no continuum but a network of interlocking ripples, densest in population around round the stations, thinning out between, and set off by occasional thundering, lights flickering, in the silent darkness below. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3kaWZGG6GoqetxKxhuERNsu9JdyTiqrV3ClunXkzLAO5kN8SOfzZ25uhnkD2V5vTO-EDxhEfTFnUudfqzllMm_1d_KmzP5BieDf53c_tBliEqZFShAT7fly4a073pwKTDNgkr6bTFg40/s1600/IMG_3835.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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There are, there, some of the most attractive of the LCC style estates at their heyday, interrupted by the odd sudden Georgian square, even a church by no less than John Soane. Amongst these are warehouses, workshops or indeed a large park, frowned over by some of London’s largest tower blocks, loosely in the Brutalist style, and to be called equally accurately beautiful, indifferent, or shocking, terrifying, so sublime, in the sheer indifference to human need, flitted with glimpses of an early twentieth-century suburban vernacular looking lost to have found itself so far in, and traversed at its centre and borders with ribbon, again in the Georgian style.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0i1R_5GV2Q-wJoCIhisehnncJa3lL43aCnaQBNvoW986To2PwnbRDHPC-Ox2BvyQnhoRupqT1MC94XlmzsBUWYu8RLoVCStCrYe-kMo8tkxJMv0aNW3WtCLBEMiHCCaMyVwNwf48MD2Fy/s1600/IMG_3634.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-llMukvaS4_oKWxASN4FPb-tgOFa_1dSoxDsW0YK71LyxcGvzgPbiIv7dV-GYE2UixttlNqWv0EJlvHg7n1LheO5YvAtx4ZbyDKyXTpq3iqciHspqgcTM3AMAePKm_WOhzbF5R-PIQCj/s400/IMG_3652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563259499344858706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So the visitor must never try to look for the heart of this area any more than of any other, but rather a system of hearts, some pumping objects, some stories, some traffic, and others, for instance, those atmospheres our awareness of which comes and goes. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3F8JUWTBfqFC22art0-bqvhHcbkGU3j_p8ctcqoQvik8kTA1ckMX_Wu3s6Kne7LhuAErK-IwhznlUpeb2g26FghCxV4SSJ33dPDxZ2fX3Zin9gihxMYI59W4wO0BGQkcBdVyl5w9pSj_U/s1600/IMG_2684.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTBhv8Fnq_0dwhOaXjolAnYjq734Qs_NDqvWbxWFcgSe5jQKUewqkDPtDAxErM5A6Y-vFo-6_9h6cO7uRgVlagehgbemR_Rce_Dz4Z-6j2ZEmjLUwPX-JXGHiiG15qXW72pbcOc_2FM6n/s400/IMG_8137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563257254359789218" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">For the objects, at one point or another it’s to Architectural Rescue they must come, things between owners, down on their luck, looking for a sense or purpose, where, protected from the stifling effects of their slavery to our interests, they’re allowed – encouraged, even, in a form of therapy that has lessons for us all, the mere couch crippling by comparison – mingling and meeting their peers, their predecessors, too, or objects to which they’re completely unrelated, of completely different class – like and unlike minded alike - to reinvent themselves, learn to live a little, imagine for their own and for our benefit a world driven by other needs than function, a world which, since it’s a refusal of meaning, the visitor may be shocked to understand.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaTqA9Uv_wc1a2a7CjMImdifPIIJvEaffmamdZchRR-Bg3nFL0vFdmltf_lSlebWcx6qV0NkjY9QP1VjntAl8OBYmBn_7_8CjOcZzVjB1OB_Yne4X6q_TnRyEqjzBfnYIBKwrkzyq4_Pv/s1600/IMG_4623.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Fg8hsA144i59fvOoRpqY6zGpreBQRdeMqDdCvbPOoVu6Z9Ac6GHDBzFgXVzNpBj0a6XGmTh14OyqAtxiERZAhc7hmyDFp4dAXrLMeew3PsPbdDjUNB-RAmrkp7wEkWVgeW-DjQ90cdgl/s400/IMG_8086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563254102814338754" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of this universe it’s the Powells to whom the smooth running is entrusted. Luke, cousin to the present owner, presides over the exchanges when I pass by, from an office shed that, so much is it in the spirit of things, threatens at all moments it, too, to join the class of objects removed from functionality. The business, he tells me, has been in the family since before the war. Although most of their stock, of course, of necessity is passing through, certain items, such as the kitten-size cherub I enquire about for some practice with artificial lighting, elect to stay, his uncle clearly as aware of his responsibilities in overseeing the mysterious relations of these objects among themselves as he is of the need to profit from them: like the shark, the locomotive engine, or indeed the mask of Elvis himself, Cupid’s not for sale. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Mp6t85xPhXbVn7YnZvOzQj7avt6Xx0mDZwc8GobdBqLBTty04pG4csu-wcOlJ5AMa7eSUScew6GI37cJJwBOAwWv6IzSHtK0iaqiiI9l25jpQ0fiOrlIrMh3dcL2Hv7-Qua0ZTB0cum2/s1600/IMG_2624.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQGmsFZXkzjLC-G-9unb3yIsjsLPoSjwCOKo1MrouoYe4EDrdd8mwLMFb3LlSeGcnETT1TqlnwC9O4Q4Qaac4TRjsI9l3GbgpeLbylxD-n-G93gFNP-PVwrFDp9qX6ITE-SQ1RtJVMifE/s400/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563252597451177794" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If Architectural Rescue saves our objects, ensuring their healthy circulation, Craig’s trade’s connections themselves, his window where they come to be made, remade, and extended.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DFD2g7eI82D6VZTmTvOUawlTgYRYwmVJTWseSqvP62n6ad-To02phS4R2lkyUkBVrgCEVeZ_73-i12nI3sOoHQSzuQodvlg7-kgUiFwAnz6fZ_Qj5aR-UOzvkLluz-medJIDdr1TeyP8/s1600/IMG_7953.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHszxCiIfFA6BxaqvfaqTe3jpGWE-26Qol-lTidLYKaU4DYBoCsDTVqc6zBSUOMeF2Yu5U45ICt5pxDqMKpNxYvOFjKRmSD-qwo-JPhviRTHGLUWuloJJI0R_MbPRsIfjp8LDX9B1n_zl/s400/IMG_3926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563251028492790002" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The <a href="http://video.mpora.com/watch/ZkRQTlT3C/">video</a> reveals skateboarding to be not only a sport for the bored, but a method, methodical, a means of experiencing the city, the boarder in fact a flaneur on fast forward, having swapped the absinth for controlled self-admistered adrenaline alone, speed the new slow, the wheels as much a pretext as <a href="http://www.twochapstalking.com/dictionary/2003/05/flaneur.html">Nerval’s lobster</a>, of dipping out of the ordinary flow, inventing a new city where at last nothing is as it should be, where movement never leads to progress, must always be repetitive, obsessive, seeking a perfection that ends in itself alone, where bench backs are roads and roads go up walls, where wall tops are banisters, but to slide down the street, bins are bounce boards, bollards bridges, and bridges, little lines between life and death.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcu-q1jcfU_giX89F6OiA8PNLeblmB6KcnqqXkIJ6KcV0oWfve0pR8d5fZYvvDw4PRa7b1xaxwMLqdNivK_Y-B_jX1FYLw6WdaAwxB4xdwA4KEu_sCx8vzMaZm-Xxw3ZMOAlIdt8oJyRq5/s1600/IMG_7702.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v0T7iFf3TDiEs9C3_ET8JGSHU1OclKBxBOsuL4ZrqzjLH7OAPIzfe-GE2k8_4d7o37Ef7va6oEdgmtGSHWClo1gyab-djAWN869jG3QcnpKxYdLv7GuKgxAT-EYDtdAfjYu0sYQh77KR/s400/IMG_8066_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563249432980056930" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Networking, Craig explains with a smile to an older woman who looks admonishingly at him as I pass, someone he clearly knows, and it’s true, but not as many might know it – network being no term for business here, other than the business of life to form relations, which come here to refresh themselves, to exten</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">d</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">branch out, and reconnect.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKqQVf_sjH_RLgrPje5PoTmHeojlZ67xuBr4tRU1fGURVW9vJp-M36i5kIo_sv52iwycfPXsGOo-3Oml2NYM7LER98tofwgZtoAYeipfoz6PiWGzS21Z7iUdcfsIGT3R1pIpwntjxOWz9/s1600/IMG_2414.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Y1p7M9tGoYcOYwLgcmCx4LBvhhKdUCG6xHoW5NVKxrajO3cpdXFwMm8W_uCIvBxkbjNcF4OdAZYdQHvI2dpKDu58MeNfiFHC1uUbLn4dJuK5-I8OGNqWF3t8yZKrL9r-YDsAsQrYTE6F/s400/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563248478824508818" /></a>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-87126092360635850402011-01-04T12:51:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:26:30.879-08:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">After a Portrait off the Lines of</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"> Desire,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> Regent Street in the Sales</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by the London Archaeologist</span></i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78NoQ08wjHCz4bEMCp4lsACQFmz1NT4bT4r1sqVUDxgSkinkZFiJN-enRp7XBGllscRjTM9YeNr_lJc8FxmpuxILN4TKXG8577xvzvgjU684-Zl79jAEGKh4boXhPxksOluGT2CZ9T_Qw/s1600/IMG_7282.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqP7PBpajCsuG38E5JidkAv9A312jxuF4DHppmDTphFHXaloYqyo4NKmtutfkBwGlraITFAtqwFKxRj1E-XcEEdYlOXwBR1CotQ13B2srz1l7_pLDM3GWTaFzhtc23md8mHKKXsOhhPif/s400/IMG_7136_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558714710305620530" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It had seemed simple. Go to <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=google+map+regent+street&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl">Regent Street</a>, set up a tripod down one side street after another, photographing the thick paste of pedestrians smudging across the field of vision at its end, occasionally pick out a fleeting face, perhaps with the help of flash. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSwkCAZM8wlJJAWlu_z3SWkqNkHhbg1esFVw1hGlKPoJDAzOpZEga8uc2oRKNA1jkA8uVyy-W9cNXEn4571m9juT9TbKRLwha32JETwdzVU8y_o2yZRGCN_PAHZePuxK0FQXS5I6BWU5Q/s1600/IMG_6300.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZniNQyr7mq6xoFcYEwmcZVZ6vhE5-fXnWB2Bm1SNCND8bk5pvjbA5X7WIconBWJlcUUslBChmzUtEpgIsY7sywU7f4HK18b4mJrjTR3pdODafRK92lAF_P5OwrGeo9j4e8K0brW7WeYf/s400/IMG_7546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558713633688994338" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">These plans rarely come off.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbfETkwHN6iWMDb-0kfPAQ1YzcWxXbPuUiC_SR2eWRU-qjHh6Sa3NBE9d0YeG491xK31C7bmGvnye6LNGQXUcQLQ6oARFLNH8PJl6jQWK3OUnTWr-vNtA6Adpko6EoZoXC8gsitPKJthc/s1600/IMG_7367.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbfETkwHN6iWMDb-0kfPAQ1YzcWxXbPuUiC_SR2eWRU-qjHh6Sa3NBE9d0YeG491xK31C7bmGvnye6LNGQXUcQLQ6oARFLNH8PJl6jQWK3OUnTWr-vNtA6Adpko6EoZoXC8gsitPKJthc/s400/IMG_7367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558713211272432066" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSQuqategZRPjBeVqP2u7RI4v_QP9WuNhvyVd9mskeY5gEp2yaLhyphenhyphenCQX2MaTut1ORFG5mXsmSMDlx2vHKtJYoErXcnmnStXAOygIVeKGWH7sZuCamjJwI8Qn24Nci8iVep4DFtDGzjS84/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSQuqategZRPjBeVqP2u7RI4v_QP9WuNhvyVd9mskeY5gEp2yaLhyphenhyphenCQX2MaTut1ORFG5mXsmSMDlx2vHKtJYoErXcnmnStXAOygIVeKGWH7sZuCamjJwI8Qn24Nci8iVep4DFtDGzjS84/s400/IMG_6886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558712749968565506" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I’d long meant to work the street into a post, as a famous first in town planning, beautiful, successful, frightening. Part of the beauty lay in the elegant ensemble linking the new Regent’s Park to the North down to St James’s in the South, with two cleverly handled corners, a kink and the famous curve making picturesque sense of obstructions on the way.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir557QFU-1fdFa-alG68c87sZoIxlcles3L0QTug9jInjHsYGRA7dzIsG1f24qffzilsrATDZBKLQUAvyZLPDZRm4_XqjxNy_ETPfaPGF9uwZR0d_r02vNf6MOHc39iaiyW7RmCnu9hyphenhyphenk2/s1600/IMG_6030.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir557QFU-1fdFa-alG68c87sZoIxlcles3L0QTug9jInjHsYGRA7dzIsG1f24qffzilsrATDZBKLQUAvyZLPDZRm4_XqjxNy_ETPfaPGF9uwZR0d_r02vNf6MOHc39iaiyW7RmCnu9hyphenhyphenk2/s400/IMG_6030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558712268088146786" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QyuD8MDLxDJfMvbn-gt_1nkefJupK0eDaD5m4Bw2MIGtnuIoN8nxTaC2rC38QUv0jRjIXCrPyToJtDS6YeDYRFUAvlr7bSyJ9NCi_-lufCmwWQ2FbHOgySJG3q9t0cLdDnjgzxgrwWQR/s1600/IMG_7672.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QyuD8MDLxDJfMvbn-gt_1nkefJupK0eDaD5m4Bw2MIGtnuIoN8nxTaC2rC38QUv0jRjIXCrPyToJtDS6YeDYRFUAvlr7bSyJ9NCi_-lufCmwWQ2FbHOgySJG3q9t0cLdDnjgzxgrwWQR/s400/IMG_7672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711747843140322" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUydiMvtJolT_froQJUOdxvcyQJVWRp7Nbzjs9Qh_MC8CLilbHnXdoleHUwt5mICqVAcioYBIrJtvWio5Tkcyxkj477NIOaEjhuEZ_C7OnVE0UjlzA0mnYuVCRzl1Io_-6yPBisNTEyp66/s1600/IMG_9884.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUydiMvtJolT_froQJUOdxvcyQJVWRp7Nbzjs9Qh_MC8CLilbHnXdoleHUwt5mICqVAcioYBIrJtvWio5Tkcyxkj477NIOaEjhuEZ_C7OnVE0UjlzA0mnYuVCRzl1Io_-6yPBisNTEyp66/s400/IMG_9884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711357751659874" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">More significant, perhaps, was its other success, the street intended to separate the grime, crime and grind of </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/05/soho-society-almost-every-time-i-come.html#comments"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Soho</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> from the </span><a href="http://massengale.typepad.com/venustas/2004/06/regent_street.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">developing Mayfair</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, forming a barrier to movement, a firewall which, by discouraging the hoi polloi, has managed to this day to see to it that the newer area to the West would remain the most exclusive in London, pompously impressive and, however busy, always dogged by funereal pall.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTrjzioWjj5nERI3Ti1xHXSYNOY_Slk2NBGQC3G0LQI8Tz1KV0GR9VOpLCHwglITJXrV-YFtoChiBKvIWyS-XdWSusg1MyIFPZ4sWAZGY7Fnt-jEqSzPEIpgh3pyXBDIL45DuqRtP_99K/s1600/IMG_5901.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTrjzioWjj5nERI3Ti1xHXSYNOY_Slk2NBGQC3G0LQI8Tz1KV0GR9VOpLCHwglITJXrV-YFtoChiBKvIWyS-XdWSusg1MyIFPZ4sWAZGY7Fnt-jEqSzPEIpgh3pyXBDIL45DuqRtP_99K/s400/IMG_5901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558710964954489474" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWaWuRPnjQpqVRF27LvOqpgX9LrM6GLcSpC_F3oRuVFX1JPiv-SaRN5-O_-ItWJszuYjLSxoHLaCmjOH92WHdZ_Q7MNhsOud0yk3qz-UlLP4GPK6qANMG5XkAQD_m901KWwkg5xgqU_Z3/s1600/IMG_6084.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWaWuRPnjQpqVRF27LvOqpgX9LrM6GLcSpC_F3oRuVFX1JPiv-SaRN5-O_-ItWJszuYjLSxoHLaCmjOH92WHdZ_Q7MNhsOud0yk3qz-UlLP4GPK6qANMG5XkAQD_m901KWwkg5xgqU_Z3/s400/IMG_6084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558710520169913938" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Soon copied on an enormous scale in the <a href="http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=s-qprRaJ8-QC&pg=PA46&lpg=PA46&dq=haussmann+regent+street&source=bl&ots=7JHeLMkNyX&sig=-sgRQD-YZtbD6sHs53UoUgYb36k&hl=en&ei=wacgTZ_CKMjNhAetyIi3Dg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CCsQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=haussmann%20regent%20street&f=false">Paris of Haussmann</a>, this first step in a rationalised town planning process has now become only one weapon in a panoply, going under one of the science’s most evocative terms – </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">because what I’d hoped to photograph at work was the phenomenon of the original planned-in ‘line of desire’. A phenomenon originating from informally formed paths across, for instance, grass, and perhaps extending to the internet, </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">to routes between sites, a quick search revealing the term to have generated much traffic of its own, a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/albedo/151272586/">site dedicated to their sightings</a> perhaps a-plot, with the increasing planning demands of the growing metropoles, someone at some point had to learn to harness its forces for control, and that man was Nash. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBq2Q-wjLi6ufE8TTnx1bSU49S9T57zPZupwyDlNYtW_eiYasg05vmzfWYVStClsSJwn5MHWj02vujxTuNw10dDTHTgq6gXmAQnw3_yST_k5WSwVVNDHSC-YoAn3BcqWrWnqtk7fcFlnS/s1600/IMG_6249.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBq2Q-wjLi6ufE8TTnx1bSU49S9T57zPZupwyDlNYtW_eiYasg05vmzfWYVStClsSJwn5MHWj02vujxTuNw10dDTHTgq6gXmAQnw3_yST_k5WSwVVNDHSC-YoAn3BcqWrWnqtk7fcFlnS/s400/IMG_6249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558709924841310274" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYVrn9RxJRZfTdncPXNRgpIrzocnRpAhSrS-9t8tnl0fbxy5WuSAjSNEH828hWbt_SUBJjNDK2vmoZ2xE7HG4m5GDGQ08-0CiI4pQAuEctuW3-0KgZYl1lae0p-BehGGyTSu623boaHot/s1600/IMG_7356.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYVrn9RxJRZfTdncPXNRgpIrzocnRpAhSrS-9t8tnl0fbxy5WuSAjSNEH828hWbt_SUBJjNDK2vmoZ2xE7HG4m5GDGQ08-0CiI4pQAuEctuW3-0KgZYl1lae0p-BehGGyTSu623boaHot/s400/IMG_7356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558709495730487394" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXjeDa66_K5no4lNN0oHKvoxc23igHlmnyUWQADAeVKOzB8-3mImbZ9bVXFD_5ZBtK9EDiYqyqPOV_-cOqPJUjYZtFUr_fDbjNhGXCqpp11IOtiwQFlRMq1D05GYIialEdiinHmZJWGhP/s1600/IMG_5979.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXjeDa66_K5no4lNN0oHKvoxc23igHlmnyUWQADAeVKOzB8-3mImbZ9bVXFD_5ZBtK9EDiYqyqPOV_-cOqPJUjYZtFUr_fDbjNhGXCqpp11IOtiwQFlRMq1D05GYIialEdiinHmZJWGhP/s400/IMG_5979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558709073118664786" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If the city’s security forces can use this, clocking citizens as suspect for the simple fact of their having strayed from the more frequented thoroughfare, so surely could the blogger seeking to get a handle on the other forces at work in the city. Through this contrast in these shots, I’d be able to capture in the empty spaces some of what it is that eludes us, bringing us a step further, surely, to pinning down the subject of this blog.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUW2AtFqh5JGCDMzxkxlzpUENka3wOQgO2BFwyapjTVPE7l-DRrSJU0dLQgAHe6hCl1k09NccbMJ6iux7EWDJbSadPbfyRXbIeQKdD9dqx-3bbPcejLuit6jV81v5M53Uhn8Gtx2NC9OQ/s1600/IMG_6256.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUW2AtFqh5JGCDMzxkxlzpUENka3wOQgO2BFwyapjTVPE7l-DRrSJU0dLQgAHe6hCl1k09NccbMJ6iux7EWDJbSadPbfyRXbIeQKdD9dqx-3bbPcejLuit6jV81v5M53Uhn8Gtx2NC9OQ/s400/IMG_6256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558708530675850866" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb-GPhqExSXjOTrni8HvbJ5HcyXrcE51ijpeh-iUm84ZRYXd8zRxMFhLEbPTDfFZBDAinJl6PtIOI24tgfqKwl67wipG6SVoczdTeOug5iwvA-x3Hr64T7brWHPu2KLdPrE3sqGh-kbPl/s1600/IMG_6299.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb-GPhqExSXjOTrni8HvbJ5HcyXrcE51ijpeh-iUm84ZRYXd8zRxMFhLEbPTDfFZBDAinJl6PtIOI24tgfqKwl67wipG6SVoczdTeOug5iwvA-x3Hr64T7brWHPu2KLdPrE3sqGh-kbPl/s400/IMG_6299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558708310677081170" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But of course, arriving on site, almost nowhere could such a clear demarcation be found, and when it did seem to show itself, it lacked the expected significance. Clearly activity was much more dense on Regent than the surrounding streets, but the line was blurred, the differences indistinct and, unpredictable, not terribly telling, people forever wandering off down side streets, individually for a rest or to make a call or in couples or groups, to gather thoughts, cuddle, take stock, look at maps, even frequently in vast numbers, endless flows spilling off from the major lines into further others.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz7HghiuwXbbGuEIqoU3IQ_mNWLoeCNvuriuz0T0wKpGwz0rqfwEy60TBQW0w-uEZRkpl4-GMKFFdWEjpNHcBYK1N08intxZ24etYCe8WHKcL81HK5Sqo4N9p_e705KU1kaxzAqAF-i2f/s1600/IMG_7325.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz7HghiuwXbbGuEIqoU3IQ_mNWLoeCNvuriuz0T0wKpGwz0rqfwEy60TBQW0w-uEZRkpl4-GMKFFdWEjpNHcBYK1N08intxZ24etYCe8WHKcL81HK5Sqo4N9p_e705KU1kaxzAqAF-i2f/s400/IMG_7325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558707768337243874" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_wm7K1j7tT5Zv0Njft1Hp8-LFMNvA8rFrFWzuUCk3_JWlskYDsgPOyhYbMPysCk7MlWUPZ08ocDQojucOzyP7YoXPM7rBMKQRApGAPt8gtse8qvR9IBPIjbTqZEzmaxece9mtWbsiH8F/s1600/IMG_9860.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_wm7K1j7tT5Zv0Njft1Hp8-LFMNvA8rFrFWzuUCk3_JWlskYDsgPOyhYbMPysCk7MlWUPZ08ocDQojucOzyP7YoXPM7rBMKQRApGAPt8gtse8qvR9IBPIjbTqZEzmaxece9mtWbsiH8F/s400/IMG_9860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558707431322132354" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkG5b-P6-XSWprcXA0SvSOXddV7rM0Oa2GgF6I6_gsUSO5-ot0m5sWai-GPgT2Nrs0u68V30-2sokx8xMz1Ff9dZtjEojzWYCJ_1VD8mMU4jyPEIoUZ5yZhFZLUmC6sNESXFAM4NAjEk9/s1600/IMG_6470.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkG5b-P6-XSWprcXA0SvSOXddV7rM0Oa2GgF6I6_gsUSO5-ot0m5sWai-GPgT2Nrs0u68V30-2sokx8xMz1Ff9dZtjEojzWYCJ_1VD8mMU4jyPEIoUZ5yZhFZLUmC6sNESXFAM4NAjEk9/s400/IMG_6470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558707145479927266" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At some point, though, as I moved among these formless flows, nevertheless trying to make some sort of sense of it, it occurred to me that there might perhaps be another sort of contrast than that with the quiet side street. A sort of island in the constant movement would frequently occur, and this almost exclusively on the side streets, in the form of smokers, alone, grouped, standing, leaning against a wall, sitting on a step, squatting. Little friendships build up this way, one can see, among people who might usually find no bond between them other than these moments of chilly respite from the hectic activity of the offices or shops indoors, or the rush of pedestrians out-. This evocative sight, unintended consequence of the new smoking laws, was perhaps what would after all furnish something of the contrast I’d set out for, not in any way absolute, but, relative and vague, all the stronger for its instability.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFsDjvS6ezyffmlmR8Z1_m0o7FF3oBleGIkyrrcknwIv_gWr-giB7y71dlAokqaLy_tPnpS2Wr20pQ2oWJ8z9brL6h25Rr4qdVDu8fffl8V6-AjMDjBEcSn7M8JAiobxQkh1HdcjMnIde/s1600/IMG_6171.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFsDjvS6ezyffmlmR8Z1_m0o7FF3oBleGIkyrrcknwIv_gWr-giB7y71dlAokqaLy_tPnpS2Wr20pQ2oWJ8z9brL6h25Rr4qdVDu8fffl8V6-AjMDjBEcSn7M8JAiobxQkh1HdcjMnIde/s400/IMG_6171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706632369236210" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQP-JPFYIQWwywLhHx6m_XQtQTruQGFlZm1RSesYaM5RWdmSRWwoDuurNBsHJj0vllCzo4gcJTn9VuLiGg9nKAdBiOmxvb2tV1l5cT1b2GV-fcfP8_rVpHLqBD2FoVLdhiYYHkafAcPNBQ/s1600/IMG_6953.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQP-JPFYIQWwywLhHx6m_XQtQTruQGFlZm1RSesYaM5RWdmSRWwoDuurNBsHJj0vllCzo4gcJTn9VuLiGg9nKAdBiOmxvb2tV1l5cT1b2GV-fcfP8_rVpHLqBD2FoVLdhiYYHkafAcPNBQ/s400/IMG_6953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706314953168850" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course this sort of thinking’s photographic, and would come to nothing without shots. Such shots being almost of necessity portraits, I would have, of course, to approach, and, in the few minutes it would take their pretext to expire, elicit their complicity.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWtoCgGHrRySKGKUksbliDPWIwhtETs84X1AyJY9018Qv29jPYpTZw0W7cGGtcwnaWRsV1dvXd61IqznmWfRVg6h_QBuuvpE_vYURNzAIAIrUw_SDtlGmAIu8gYll1NMUoFeGSRfkWvYp/s1600/IMG_9853.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWtoCgGHrRySKGKUksbliDPWIwhtETs84X1AyJY9018Qv29jPYpTZw0W7cGGtcwnaWRsV1dvXd61IqznmWfRVg6h_QBuuvpE_vYURNzAIAIrUw_SDtlGmAIu8gYll1NMUoFeGSRfkWvYp/s400/IMG_9853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705371184849378" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOf6q_EjXJhT-PEKs0hVsKxasUKHUYNUhOJEelMH7R29EgW-vO79OFr4WrqtEEemZAackL16tGeVWB4AxE4cFfwPxQ1KmIUHPQpPcuO4vZuk57QPEK4Dlzn2tUl0Yw7S6XXvwrlGrex8f8/s1600/IMG_6231.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOf6q_EjXJhT-PEKs0hVsKxasUKHUYNUhOJEelMH7R29EgW-vO79OFr4WrqtEEemZAackL16tGeVWB4AxE4cFfwPxQ1KmIUHPQpPcuO4vZuk57QPEK4Dlzn2tUl0Yw7S6XXvwrlGrex8f8/s400/IMG_6231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705111775629378" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Talking to these people I experienced some of the rare moments when I regret having given up myself, all those years ago. Indeed, I was told by one that he had himself earlier given up, but the Regent Street job had got the better of this, these snatched opportunities too valuable now to forego. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVN2y5QkTmAOMVRSUwf2n0vk69Sbcbfc3uCktNlH-iY-ybJzsA1nOEQA0P4xeQq1S2Mgy5txoNHBnloMhW39kO9GUeApAQkuXuvEXEuOIinvmXM4WfJCGOehnf3K1sBLvh8h6F0zzPkmA/s1600/IMG_6267.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVN2y5QkTmAOMVRSUwf2n0vk69Sbcbfc3uCktNlH-iY-ybJzsA1nOEQA0P4xeQq1S2Mgy5txoNHBnloMhW39kO9GUeApAQkuXuvEXEuOIinvmXM4WfJCGOehnf3K1sBLvh8h6F0zzPkmA/s400/IMG_6267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558704742208121698" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqpy_ZgBzgum4hsdpMiGj4xxkVV3_4i6qK6o33PZnoXRANZVOWynspLqTQRUMUPQpq1gReQDeCjenuwq4_Yt_VN28DhQKYkV60dCMhyphenhyphenu81UkdN1TETV49DsIORwZ2lQJG3f2OLrNfH2i_/s1600/IMG_6033.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqpy_ZgBzgum4hsdpMiGj4xxkVV3_4i6qK6o33PZnoXRANZVOWynspLqTQRUMUPQpq1gReQDeCjenuwq4_Yt_VN28DhQKYkV60dCMhyphenhyphenu81UkdN1TETV49DsIORwZ2lQJG3f2OLrNfH2i_/s400/IMG_6033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558704336575156866" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tcdD0-jnXcrID5dLbap1_SIZppJu5ev5rCVYxGR9IyOfP-QmeifGEkGIOTDuGiLOsboZKuPlVhQeifWmSacFnEJpu0eAf5_ZXsA4z4iw-CZNTOiNd-HNJrRt2pIss8ccicr8mqUlrojS/s1600/IMG_7308.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tcdD0-jnXcrID5dLbap1_SIZppJu5ev5rCVYxGR9IyOfP-QmeifGEkGIOTDuGiLOsboZKuPlVhQeifWmSacFnEJpu0eAf5_ZXsA4z4iw-CZNTOiNd-HNJrRt2pIss8ccicr8mqUlrojS/s400/IMG_7308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558703863974814690" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I suspect that the profundity of the pleasure might be related, too, to my own failure to persuade more than a couple to agree to a shot. It’s not that anyone said as much, and the reasons given – because, without wanting to push, I would at least come away with a reason – were surprising for their variety. Some suggested they didn’t want their boss to chance on a posted shot of them, others that they kept their habit secret from absolutely everyone that knew, or felt they knew them. Certainly, when it comes to the big retailers, it proved a general rule that an employee will avoid recourse to a passage next to their own store, but always prefer one up, one down, or across.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZp0HWeI49f022UBRbB5eGJM0Yx4kC7FopME32eNiVVBDPe5x3X-w1I0r6sH4mpEIyf8S-YsS56oYPy_NOZbW20zOBQSot7TZN0tTDJ_hXLRs0DYwIz-jM0CoXKB6RBIZQJAX-6XI0jvAc/s1600/IMG_7340.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZp0HWeI49f022UBRbB5eGJM0Yx4kC7FopME32eNiVVBDPe5x3X-w1I0r6sH4mpEIyf8S-YsS56oYPy_NOZbW20zOBQSot7TZN0tTDJ_hXLRs0DYwIz-jM0CoXKB6RBIZQJAX-6XI0jvAc/s400/IMG_7340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558703404989596082" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaflu_T8vamVhMjOaBcQhUaisCicqyERr6BdOLUZ0xkCl3KjVvFDfCVJAVdB84AQv2sP1fhMafnDZO7N-kHFZL58Ka0_0Rg5ex57ignuzu1NuRWwS1vLUyyC29c5yaqm3q7yCK1BlaPbC/s1600/IMG_9552.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaflu_T8vamVhMjOaBcQhUaisCicqyERr6BdOLUZ0xkCl3KjVvFDfCVJAVdB84AQv2sP1fhMafnDZO7N-kHFZL58Ka0_0Rg5ex57ignuzu1NuRWwS1vLUyyC29c5yaqm3q7yCK1BlaPbC/s400/IMG_9552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558703126762202226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Some held that they had something against photographs in general, others only those of themselves. One reason I appreciated, particularly, for its interest, was that she’d in fact given up, really, and a portrait would give her smoking the stamp, the appearance of a reality she’d rather avoid. There were those who were shy or anxious with strangers, and others who clearly didn’t want their colleagues there with them to see them taken for a ride, giving something, be it a mere image of one’s appearance, </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">away to a stranger with nothing in return something of a mug’s game.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vlv5TDy7UmOxLKILdnXbK47fZ6z-Xd4Ufz_YtrZ5-BeBGjt0lhQAcn0VmgvUYMxoaDA7PD5R9D2fH48KrlTctkWGSrgjZmaYw0u9cSvCqbPPidcuTYzm8Ca2kD1DQJ9qECEzd8HBSnV4/s1600/IMG_7405.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vlv5TDy7UmOxLKILdnXbK47fZ6z-Xd4Ufz_YtrZ5-BeBGjt0lhQAcn0VmgvUYMxoaDA7PD5R9D2fH48KrlTctkWGSrgjZmaYw0u9cSvCqbPPidcuTYzm8Ca2kD1DQJ9qECEzd8HBSnV4/s400/IMG_7405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558702662987548802" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRLJVyzPT-yK9mbsJkL7nNxnpmtbbEhxcZrPsEtAl4Z_-ziendUTBS22ePWo236LbTvZ0Ry9Zc5h5VikxEIiew-8MIpL4fuqflBoIC4FvnGuyZl8YVw5_4pp6g96DFku-R6tBGJ67WJWi/s1600/IMG_6792.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRLJVyzPT-yK9mbsJkL7nNxnpmtbbEhxcZrPsEtAl4Z_-ziendUTBS22ePWo236LbTvZ0Ry9Zc5h5VikxEIiew-8MIpL4fuqflBoIC4FvnGuyZl8YVw5_4pp6g96DFku-R6tBGJ67WJWi/s400/IMG_6792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558697097826186578" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GqZJdZgKuYMei2DoNqKYxcoSHMiCFAyTmQTytX0d3Vj8N5bcVeSrTASd4_BwA_vj8Vb79ZVGpT5Jh165Xx2bJcXzZ494zhUUNaUYafnO7lGUJU3bmjJeCEiOLjTcFM55FQjrs6hHZZG7/s1600/IMG_7657.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GqZJdZgKuYMei2DoNqKYxcoSHMiCFAyTmQTytX0d3Vj8N5bcVeSrTASd4_BwA_vj8Vb79ZVGpT5Jh165Xx2bJcXzZ494zhUUNaUYafnO7lGUJU3bmjJeCEiOLjTcFM55FQjrs6hHZZG7/s400/IMG_7657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558696656807961586" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But mostly, though no one said it, or even seemed particularly to respond when I offered it as a reason, I suspect that, if the purpose of the moment was withdrawal, release from the hectic transactions of the busiest time of the year on one of the city’s most crowded streets, even in its very midst, to have the lens come rooting around in there on its own agenda would be desecration.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34qp9tB88KnL0T0uU9o9JB2Qn6FKPAeCruE36RfyG3mavKf3iBvPLV1ho_x2UJ9KEVVwbX-AmUiL1puT5PSByy-jSSdgzzivRSESCW6iUZIvou9Y1_TYKmhexlhc_JcJ5aepvZqx__mAD/s1600/IMG_6781.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34qp9tB88KnL0T0uU9o9JB2Qn6FKPAeCruE36RfyG3mavKf3iBvPLV1ho_x2UJ9KEVVwbX-AmUiL1puT5PSByy-jSSdgzzivRSESCW6iUZIvou9Y1_TYKmhexlhc_JcJ5aepvZqx__mAD/s400/IMG_6781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558696303815665122" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IMipfx_IKZt3QpN5WvAaT8UoSuMDjtE-NgwV_JOAvySkB3CM02ILgiUkGx4rycPh5KwldpB9g1e3SiLk4LR-2jvWQZwg1-60iify6ejCLa1V1lo9e9JHUhqB15oUMIv5FsNe9_NjCUgF/s1600/IMG_7190.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IMipfx_IKZt3QpN5WvAaT8UoSuMDjtE-NgwV_JOAvySkB3CM02ILgiUkGx4rycPh5KwldpB9g1e3SiLk4LR-2jvWQZwg1-60iify6ejCLa1V1lo9e9JHUhqB15oUMIv5FsNe9_NjCUgF/s400/IMG_7190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558439196462228130" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aoaAnVKkebb8l0ikm9OgEYUdaHgeVs5k4AAxWYSUKD3CDWjbniJ0YrJEDPZzbSVoJGX0G7KtSiGlFbo7Bgl7QB8-pTKr1OURcMfY15SO7Hs0r7THm4DIWLtpZibEOQmxDfOGgCt7sjbC/s1600/IMG_6110_2.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aoaAnVKkebb8l0ikm9OgEYUdaHgeVs5k4AAxWYSUKD3CDWjbniJ0YrJEDPZzbSVoJGX0G7KtSiGlFbo7Bgl7QB8-pTKr1OURcMfY15SO7Hs0r7THm4DIWLtpZibEOQmxDfOGgCt7sjbC/s400/IMG_6110_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558438731637188946" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And so the substance of this post is given over to those who, on Regent Street, or mostly off, if only for a moment, cease to engage. The absence of almost all of these is a measure, of their success, certainly, but also perhaps of the blog, at least to have sought, approached what, if unrecordable, may well turn out to have been at the heart of the events considered a city.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTdNaiMIWf6zqtum98EmfyHombv6m5M-YWtr1ZPMRNG-HptkxV-_aBpzNtVTX_d58X_6l6bD24mB_wWMUZCf9OtncWVW9U5nfIq-jNiVRS6Va2IW0V2NZ5KUi7o6TLfgVS_XtRzz-tH7O/s1600/IMG_7088.JPG"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTdNaiMIWf6zqtum98EmfyHombv6m5M-YWtr1ZPMRNG-HptkxV-_aBpzNtVTX_d58X_6l6bD24mB_wWMUZCf9OtncWVW9U5nfIq-jNiVRS6Va2IW0V2NZ5KUi7o6TLfgVS_XtRzz-tH7O/s400/IMG_7088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558438051452956466" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubGjYHkJWdvYNFTR9DJj1Y65PrJ4tR4K5ngLm7dAGQHSA9_7oLkkdT6WpczC8YnLikjZTeKXlmSlMuSusLMyCD-C5_o6_b1I78MaIGspqTW1eFIXynATSvji3y6wwbWz0mOF6rasZwtmu/s1600/IMG_6669.JPG"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubGjYHkJWdvYNFTR9DJj1Y65PrJ4tR4K5ngLm7dAGQHSA9_7oLkkdT6WpczC8YnLikjZTeKXlmSlMuSusLMyCD-C5_o6_b1I78MaIGspqTW1eFIXynATSvji3y6wwbWz0mOF6rasZwtmu/s400/IMG_6669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558437599128350770" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfc-sSPAltUlaAIXX9U4ROtc4OfP481zdy9IY7orn2TjA7493DvbHqHWQdfm0WmMW61LRBMuH-OBspotSJUE6RNLF4kcG1bQDRvbtxVSlPxit6-WOhCpzCk00J0YQ5y2RhGO_oxNucwII/s1600/IMG_7511.JPG"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfc-sSPAltUlaAIXX9U4ROtc4OfP481zdy9IY7orn2TjA7493DvbHqHWQdfm0WmMW61LRBMuH-OBspotSJUE6RNLF4kcG1bQDRvbtxVSlPxit6-WOhCpzCk00J0YQ5y2RhGO_oxNucwII/s400/IMG_7511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558436919801196898" /></a>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-56791237733116914502010-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:002011-04-24T07:48:13.063-07:00<div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">On the Beginning of the End of the End of Goldhawk Road</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by the Windowless Consultant</span></i></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_o-JFPwepbcQwuuV03Vi5bahptJzo1OItBed1pN0Bu-g0MVJqvSw3b3Ke_jNqOXF0_JztYG4_voJW7jWFepfiYRBhxPpjmnRtMvSEkQbtFudsKZz1uOfkBzCeQEuehCr-6GZtjDF-YLu/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_o-JFPwepbcQwuuV03Vi5bahptJzo1OItBed1pN0Bu-g0MVJqvSw3b3Ke_jNqOXF0_JztYG4_voJW7jWFepfiYRBhxPpjmnRtMvSEkQbtFudsKZz1uOfkBzCeQEuehCr-6GZtjDF-YLu/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584034596483018002" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cecUH0KVVEl-nEWNMLfzG9KQD8_7pnQjDzm7OQZW7ZfXCkV-x8a60lE7xk-t2D_FMOjgrRq1PSPk6C3c5VotquskODIqGANWU6Zo1MIE3QUhPSPX1SJD5XKtH4shPXruwO8NNefbYIhb/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cecUH0KVVEl-nEWNMLfzG9KQD8_7pnQjDzm7OQZW7ZfXCkV-x8a60lE7xk-t2D_FMOjgrRq1PSPk6C3c5VotquskODIqGANWU6Zo1MIE3QUhPSPX1SJD5XKtH4shPXruwO8NNefbYIhb/s400/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548788599066480626" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbfwqHA3bolHE5dW38FwiCHAsQi1MjRBv-LOCVSWaKHwzMxAtZ-qCA3t0HQhcrBdZ9DSjPH8QmNbnIMB7-Th6ZH_tzkzR0Gj0FgcO5-b2-qKMEGUSOHvb8wLZmNqfh_B5CrZh-HBtcVkW/s1600/IMG_3369.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbfwqHA3bolHE5dW38FwiCHAsQi1MjRBv-LOCVSWaKHwzMxAtZ-qCA3t0HQhcrBdZ9DSjPH8QmNbnIMB7-Th6ZH_tzkzR0Gj0FgcO5-b2-qKMEGUSOHvb8wLZmNqfh_B5CrZh-HBtcVkW/s400/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548788313983585202" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwj0Oh5bnnIJhd37ZAqZ3_ZdbNx185L97pEYEGNS2hcG7_-T0-ukTNKCga704C543bZ1XOKueKolp0ECqAEiSCFzto8AVScI66M_IZ2lbWT85uRHlY0_YzzNU09UYKl64yyROyUjV6AB2R/s1600/IMG_2902.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwj0Oh5bnnIJhd37ZAqZ3_ZdbNx185L97pEYEGNS2hcG7_-T0-ukTNKCga704C543bZ1XOKueKolp0ECqAEiSCFzto8AVScI66M_IZ2lbWT85uRHlY0_YzzNU09UYKl64yyROyUjV6AB2R/s400/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548787912464083170" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course a city must always evolve. I don’t mean, only, that not to is death, but rather, for a city, even decay is evolution, just as regeneration can be decay. Think, for the latter, of Westfield shopping centre, subject of a future post, for the former of </span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&expIds=17259,17311,27213,27585,27814,27817,27890,28025&xhr=t&cp=20&safe=off&client=safari&rls=en&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=goldhawk+road+station+london&fb=1&gl=uk&hq=goldhawk+road+station+london&hnear=goldhawk+road+station+london&cid=0,0,1331735056661708156&ei=YkQBTfmBE4SYhQfI5azuBw&sa=X&oi=local_result&ct=image&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBcQnwIwAA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Goldhawk Road</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-frj9uJAJaNyFMGP0zrlLpr2ae2OZqPoIVtfMoo5BQBP9hQMA1eLNcW3OMUclq3gjQbI9ue3wrty5csPXem5f6FFMTCGvi6177U7DBLLJJ3ubnlt_ciQC2IzeZIkssM367V4a8oZpx_j/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-frj9uJAJaNyFMGP0zrlLpr2ae2OZqPoIVtfMoo5BQBP9hQMA1eLNcW3OMUclq3gjQbI9ue3wrty5csPXem5f6FFMTCGvi6177U7DBLLJJ3ubnlt_ciQC2IzeZIkssM367V4a8oZpx_j/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548787553347172898" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJmTqxooGxy0uLP9Zi5nShkPB_WaOhRqM_llEZiPRf71aq2obGkY-2xp4KSmol7xF5LN-YUDz_NahFUZ43Y0EzzucxGoD7yAaIL2HM9zlAra3H0sQGiNC30jr34aeUYwvi10k3-3t2m9Q/s1600/IMG_9455.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJmTqxooGxy0uLP9Zi5nShkPB_WaOhRqM_llEZiPRf71aq2obGkY-2xp4KSmol7xF5LN-YUDz_NahFUZ43Y0EzzucxGoD7yAaIL2HM9zlAra3H0sQGiNC30jr34aeUYwvi10k3-3t2m9Q/s400/IMG_9455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548786834597200754" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpsv7vfk98DF5L0q5n5eIsLDW_NvTW5Pj25dvVHEjBpzWSih1DI9ETRb7mEB-O2DzDhUoMb61B6wX_NxYuwFdqrYwNP0L87al0BXWl3zbADWjirHXaF4Nv0LgNQolgXItLlLONYxu0oTs/s1600/IMG_3410.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpsv7vfk98DF5L0q5n5eIsLDW_NvTW5Pj25dvVHEjBpzWSih1DI9ETRb7mEB-O2DzDhUoMb61B6wX_NxYuwFdqrYwNP0L87al0BXWl3zbADWjirHXaF4Nv0LgNQolgXItLlLONYxu0oTs/s400/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548786425455877650" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In my incarnation as window consultant, I’ve come here often, after materials for commissions, drapes for backdrop. I’ve been doing so for as long as I remember, since some of my first ever jobs, doing my business and heading back off without, I suppose you could say, considering, noticing what it was as a place. It’s not an <a href="http://shepherds-bush.blogspot.com/2010/10/save-historic-goldhawk-road.html">area</a> you’d recognise as a thing in itself, just a patch of mostly scruffy houses with a low-end market behind, and it’s only a couple of notices pasted here and there, pretext for conversation, a job having fallen through, that had me considering further.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDjVmBek4Gp131bbGTOy14EluGsdwAyi2S7X8l6iC4Yxzv_sjl6bb1NzR8kmBJfhLvUdi0Oegis3kY-yjVofiYVHd4LItXIoz9uhP3vLhV9BHFy-LTtwqN4t-B9h0m-oRWbYdJsY0-BB9/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDjVmBek4Gp131bbGTOy14EluGsdwAyi2S7X8l6iC4Yxzv_sjl6bb1NzR8kmBJfhLvUdi0Oegis3kY-yjVofiYVHd4LItXIoz9uhP3vLhV9BHFy-LTtwqN4t-B9h0m-oRWbYdJsY0-BB9/s400/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548786026685027826" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVu0Zj718PqTQ8gZ11WqDJkrSxGNtcqPT_Ne-jM1IklZ8ndHp3w6n4EWnA_anv2Atrzvm5oXg0mDud9qu8ZSJgdwTH768lEgELTwRH7AsUSr46mFhfv-wSS23HgaA0c4Ulyv88Jh_S-Xgz/s1600/IMG_9541.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVu0Zj718PqTQ8gZ11WqDJkrSxGNtcqPT_Ne-jM1IklZ8ndHp3w6n4EWnA_anv2Atrzvm5oXg0mDud9qu8ZSJgdwTH768lEgELTwRH7AsUSr46mFhfv-wSS23HgaA0c4Ulyv88Jh_S-Xgz/s400/IMG_9541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548785760926024770" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX0apvMkdRBjufNtUhD0UWNoUbvFbAWZPDtp6hfxbz4oCVzBn9xt6iT7P4to2B1WcLFPCGMt95XIzNWN7q28QeV5E426KXnX7-rvSFBxayTSj5HOAKTcesRWlTvVspCU9C3KHXtXyljWw/s1600/IMG_9358.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX0apvMkdRBjufNtUhD0UWNoUbvFbAWZPDtp6hfxbz4oCVzBn9xt6iT7P4to2B1WcLFPCGMt95XIzNWN7q28QeV5E426KXnX7-rvSFBxayTSj5HOAKTcesRWlTvVspCU9C3KHXtXyljWw/s400/IMG_9358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548785460200117554" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ruby, of the Goldhawk Road station café, was one of the first to fill me in, happy at the prospect of the market becoming something, as she sees it, more like </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs-of-destruction-first-thing-i-did.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Borough</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, serving more quality foods, attracting people after something a little better, more natural, catering to the rising aspirations of the area. Presumably she hoped this business might open avenues for Ruby’s Café itself, allow her to nurture the first shoots already visible in the decorative scheme of olive oil bottles, the freshly squeezed juices, home-made soups of the day and quality herbal teas already insinuating themselves among the more traditional greasy spoon fare. While </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=113170378743495"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">many</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> are less enthusiastic than she, as to the present shabbiness of the space there is general unanimity, as there is, even among some stall holders, concerning the shoddiness of much on sale.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jrOOyxx5dSF0zI5vdN9OKTJMVb4FRl0_fR08tBMJL3ge26_Ir5kFd40x4HzKbCC5vQtjPevZW3ia6Vxyxh0NCXaWFZsEa6VRHDu_ygH0Eyj8qz0d1XW0SSFgApoLukK3uXmz__5DY60Q/s1600/IMG_2886.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9aHNCCf7eUKk3aigKcRnVmHPdLkfoFuMhSAYzEyDFrxkBzRR_mSkKg40Hs4juqhoB6v37ehIJz1iKqUM67Mzry6QQ4s7tskZG-Sw_-qs8XYSgE0co-OJhUPiRB9ITKgB5N_RpyrAIjZ_/s400/IMG_4494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548784082129204866" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Something, it’s agreed, must be done, and the council, along with <a href="http://www.lbhf.gov.uk/Images/Shep_Bush_Market_brief_tcm21-134898.pdf">their plans</a> to upgrade the market, find that the strip of houses adjacent along the northern end of Goldhawk Road are of poor quality, and are of frontage inappropriately humble for their scheme. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaByzB7_edxQD9tf7qvYiGdTs1jgwLiY6hIljqVGkKL0i9d5CMdHm2KptVMdLDzYF06_2avjuH1A9s2q1NskPT1WwOY2SA97QMbEoGoaYW0JhWzxAKCMKZnRHUB1KAFluGCxJ4jTG4lZqC/s1600/IMG_9346.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijt0Bj4OltqtulzyGTQjEXo3wzZAyNWWW2nbmiDNxZKxWw3pCDnCzUkUwJctd-l-lHZOcculAdCa9seJsZjumy3bMQ4p3jVJZRDPLMG8rSv7caE-BOzRYFpDtCNhaI2dig5GYjEd0RxBVV/s400/IMG_9405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548782704688305938" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There is a class of areas whose claim to our affections lies in the melancholy allure with which they seek to be overlooked, to be passed in a hurry by those too busy to notice that the excitement they head for beyond may be surpassed here, less strident, intangible, more profound. And so it was that, discovering that it was to disappear, having visited so often, I at last became aware that this, here, was such an area, its</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">quality, tagged for demolition, suddenly noticeable for having been overlooked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOHNymcfS7_t9dYb_A98jSZTTqZDVLJRubmFzINPkvrqVtBOZ8X6AdTKwbm0Zgq7RTyAV1-dql8dKftbtZi1zkSGbyAIsH5CT6erOBnZ9_5Pfl0fdZGriT96zNMvrNXRUYpHGluQjEt2w/s1600/IMG_9419.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOHNymcfS7_t9dYb_A98jSZTTqZDVLJRubmFzINPkvrqVtBOZ8X6AdTKwbm0Zgq7RTyAV1-dql8dKftbtZi1zkSGbyAIsH5CT6erOBnZ9_5Pfl0fdZGriT96zNMvrNXRUYpHGluQjEt2w/s400/IMG_9419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548781276489308114" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3c97MA57_O86gmupxhacRP3V77Gkxs6YczGOrnC3bnapzuEi10y0HWSO6AjKImIRpaoCnmtcxHjorrJMtjXMqukh3-zh-PqABpVrCv3aZfSB_5JjGOtsrq4iyxfp8xN7eSKwZ8OBYjVF/s1600/IMG_9385.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3c97MA57_O86gmupxhacRP3V77Gkxs6YczGOrnC3bnapzuEi10y0HWSO6AjKImIRpaoCnmtcxHjorrJMtjXMqukh3-zh-PqABpVrCv3aZfSB_5JjGOtsrq4iyxfp8xN7eSKwZ8OBYjVF/s400/IMG_9385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548780752202789970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wn1n5ph_rCrjpVvHP7udaq6q5g0s580q1ZAArWKMWPDRJMque9dvAFfbHm5RCuuMdU2wFO74NqSdwsJbYc4T1Dp7kNPDLAMUPBMrAkeRN21-1mHIRmGGn5yytJB34VxCpNrI2d0WLatf/s1600/IMG_9447.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wn1n5ph_rCrjpVvHP7udaq6q5g0s580q1ZAArWKMWPDRJMque9dvAFfbHm5RCuuMdU2wFO74NqSdwsJbYc4T1Dp7kNPDLAMUPBMrAkeRN21-1mHIRmGGn5yytJB34VxCpNrI2d0WLatf/s400/IMG_9447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548780455175718994" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6mrNpU0f9Y3DjUIL_HkvXTeDwx7HCmnVpa7WHd3FACGu1FXQgxgLwpEEhsmL3zvgkRpg0TUM82vNJhkuHVWRt6ngSBc3H9Ht2sdRJtw3KH8X-fbcc_Xo0d44S_rnSl2cpp6CPTtsSm0a/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6mrNpU0f9Y3DjUIL_HkvXTeDwx7HCmnVpa7WHd3FACGu1FXQgxgLwpEEhsmL3zvgkRpg0TUM82vNJhkuHVWRt6ngSBc3H9Ht2sdRJtw3KH8X-fbcc_Xo0d44S_rnSl2cpp6CPTtsSm0a/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548779461204626706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Who could explain to the council that to knock down the authentic set of the key meeting of <a href="http://www.movie-locations.com/movies/q/quadrophenia.html">Quadrophenia</a>, when Jimmy encounters Kevin, mod meets greaser, is a mistake, in the same way it is to dislodge Turker and Emete from their place at the helm of the last Zippy café, the first Zippy ever in London, perhaps anywhere outside of</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">America? That people come from the States, where the franchise still abounds, to try the only Triple Shake left in the Old World can’t be expected to find its way onto the planning documents, or the pride of the textiles shops in that other local phenomenon, their accelerating proliferation. There were, it appears, a mere five or six years ago just four of these shops, but, with people beginning to cross London for them, another would open, then another and still others, attracting still more customers, until now people come from everywhere, they tell us, Arab royals in limos up to the inappropriately humble little pavement, people up from out of town going to marry, fashion students needing an edge in a new design.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRz-XHdcybzVyTN856QAdvG3DqBbri316d1l8hgW5AQaLqPeDnV2CdSC1GNowSUPs3oz_GeW1-ttMUr3dq-nYLRLWMu2EZS4q88bgYzDtgg5MqBcMrPwyph3l5UriDuzR5WWN6eUTsPhk/s1600/IMG_9333.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1m0ZuekFm0F2VEzSvPR38OvimCRvdCLPeEY1FYJ31jiR9f8FuBSU_UKXIxpFdcTH3MLAlvbGYImQk9k7FNu6nhALNrVPClaEmHjfEmsMh4lQWqUZxE6cbyMzKdmMRNnKEd9ImJC6kJZt/s400/IMG_9409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548777278729117202" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">More intriguing still than the facts themselves are their recorders, the shop traders and their quiet pride in their collective creation, or Mr Zippy, as Turker calls himself with a glint, as indefatigable in anecdote as he is in business, his only time for rest, he jokes, at red lights in the van.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZoG6w8qjhRLCBi4HJwc4o6e10gUkevxCns4Y1qm77D5s4dN8c7ZUdrIyBwAPzia80hJR_EW3yD2PUqxcWyKR-u9M1fNGssbBKgISq8huY_yFjSSKOUjEEQuE-1hHadfRHlMscovLGFJC/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUf32yjQszd8JcR5DawCIWqbwgc80MnihpjenggM2wat7SpFXgkXCPNYDZufIVFPge-oTRy1NswnEuXN4Z_tn41XPgzqNFzirN-K7bMYKA_Pup4GMffBI0JPa7w0ARAfYe-t8S1vw4iyR/s400/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548776076222501634" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Planning documents nowadays are, on the surface, exacting, must bear in mind the existing light quality, aspects of atmosphere, characteristic odours, too, at times. Here at the Bush they delve as far as into the etymology for clues as to character, though skirting over its murkier depths. Shepherd’s Bush, they tell us, refers to the open fields that once characterised the area, and their bucolic exploitation. That this folksier side is cast under doubt by the more scholarly, if superficially less picturesque suggestion that it may well have been a family that went by the occupational name, they fail to mention, missing thereby too a patronymic trail that, who knows? may lead to the notorious crook and prison breaker Jack, whose family, a thrilling legend could potentially be made to have it, once lived here.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumK89bTsgPAnqZhte0aWb56Vr7DVilMmMTpzZoNgwlGZ_GTKe77VFHd5JSI01FXUWi8rPOrJ82ayDteRXxDKrRb_A504hOt7Bx57DNa0Z_6C-Ti0kfzagHHuxcDsx9nIP0bsDOYyMFYsc/s1600/IMG_4497.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumK89bTsgPAnqZhte0aWb56Vr7DVilMmMTpzZoNgwlGZ_GTKe77VFHd5JSI01FXUWi8rPOrJ82ayDteRXxDKrRb_A504hOt7Bx57DNa0Z_6C-Ti0kfzagHHuxcDsx9nIP0bsDOYyMFYsc/s400/IMG_4497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548775457241169362" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWzZ7E8ii-aK-vMvcD3alugvAhUFVLXXbIREnG4hzzGYXPJqxi5R7l2yOCO-ZGYIKaENfyH7aHo-zFrR5kBby18xelnfHpCZ6xfnBY8IQhog50df_hiUISNRc351LV_swKO7q-rKHSyw4/s1600/IMG_3455.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWzZ7E8ii-aK-vMvcD3alugvAhUFVLXXbIREnG4hzzGYXPJqxi5R7l2yOCO-ZGYIKaENfyH7aHo-zFrR5kBby18xelnfHpCZ6xfnBY8IQhog50df_hiUISNRc351LV_swKO7q-rKHSyw4/s400/IMG_3455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548775199120658082" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rg0b7oatIjmWy5yGaMVzddTywv0SnJHyda_ipFyxyCLAcCsVZYUz5kuch2ej5451Haq4UQU0kWjiw1457d-u1QAbi8iP6Ar1Up6Aw_ZXZE8pBCMR6xMj_uLOdOgRK44QkC9JovxGiRwy/s1600/IMG_9321.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rg0b7oatIjmWy5yGaMVzddTywv0SnJHyda_ipFyxyCLAcCsVZYUz5kuch2ej5451Haq4UQU0kWjiw1457d-u1QAbi8iP6Ar1Up6Aw_ZXZE8pBCMR6xMj_uLOdOgRK44QkC9JovxGiRwy/s400/IMG_9321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548774714592095634" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It’s the aim of course of this collective blog to capture qualities about an area that pass unnoticed, that are notable, perhaps, for that reason alone, perhaps entice some of the subtler forces of the city out into the open, or furnish routes for a day-to-day with a keener or subtler awareness. It was speaking to the Goldhawk protagonists I began to realise that a study of this area might allow that, by seeking to grasp what the council fail to take account of, perhaps even must ignore – a thing, perhaps, whose existence is dependent on its being unable to be acknowledged by established procedures, a thing that can never quite be grasped. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rpqIUb1_0jZjPKmZwK6CU8DjQOi11iOHuIsA5Mk26C4gH3O19eocQ6DSoGDtlGRoEIOsW7m7jD0wB219MabYe45O3e6zkY7v8HYFNc-0HC_EOJ-Huf4dWPJNMAT8K6SUnioImJwnmWN-/s1600/IMG_2988.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rpqIUb1_0jZjPKmZwK6CU8DjQOi11iOHuIsA5Mk26C4gH3O19eocQ6DSoGDtlGRoEIOsW7m7jD0wB219MabYe45O3e6zkY7v8HYFNc-0HC_EOJ-Huf4dWPJNMAT8K6SUnioImJwnmWN-/s400/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548774231255996162" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqEHCA_zJyCtb8u6H97ULSuS91uQ_fwdkJW8G9G5wmqlHjzkHGauwndxmF1UnT9umAB9wnae2-2R2tRoJK3fzgV0sWoM6kR1BXydL63MkCb8rTirOsrRIsjfrhxFnn6kYDiwqGRsoZeHV/s1600/IMG_9369.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqEHCA_zJyCtb8u6H97ULSuS91uQ_fwdkJW8G9G5wmqlHjzkHGauwndxmF1UnT9umAB9wnae2-2R2tRoJK3fzgV0sWoM6kR1BXydL63MkCb8rTirOsrRIsjfrhxFnn6kYDiwqGRsoZeHV/s400/IMG_9369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548773262445312898" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK2UUveARoWvkxeRPMfbir7PrfV1x3Zori-22WkF7YPH1O9ybUi1oSXrNVRG7QtfXNcQhvHz0r_BX0zxV3ri5wgGiYSAiVMd50ponU24vGlc8GIpnYQpmQ7N5lmTTLH7vKrBd3ptamnwm/s1600/IMG_9414.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK2UUveARoWvkxeRPMfbir7PrfV1x3Zori-22WkF7YPH1O9ybUi1oSXrNVRG7QtfXNcQhvHz0r_BX0zxV3ri5wgGiYSAiVMd50ponU24vGlc8GIpnYQpmQ7N5lmTTLH7vKrBd3ptamnwm/s400/IMG_9414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548772971003180978" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And yet, even as I sought to record that intangible, I had constantly to suppress at the back of my mind a doubt that it was itself perhaps nothing but the shadow hanging over it, the atmosphere I saw there now not simply inseparable from but an actual product of the demolition order. Certainly I may never have seen the one without the other. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OVphWildgK9stGqAtupIOIVE-2V8gcqhq2n_rcTa5xYd_tdirbjJd60IP43sYOEC6xNB_FENIPJa6syIXnOzph0jk-plXPqS_DajhhOmn3r25sy4la6yNdruCo_ShmLLBIwJofxERyNX/s1600/IMG_9126.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OVphWildgK9stGqAtupIOIVE-2V8gcqhq2n_rcTa5xYd_tdirbjJd60IP43sYOEC6xNB_FENIPJa6syIXnOzph0jk-plXPqS_DajhhOmn3r25sy4la6yNdruCo_ShmLLBIwJofxERyNX/s400/IMG_9126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548772608751852258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Q-5Kp_7AZoTe0t10A-nhFsyBSxswiwsgt0djTDSWfUCww2ifYtRj17qrEsW_aOaRmapEqmbUbWYTmQvr4Zzd3KB3fBY8AIxU9MU3UllEpqeRaX2IAI68nwrnLSJ5cYbU8BoQJeXS96R5/s1600/IMG_3469.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Q-5Kp_7AZoTe0t10A-nhFsyBSxswiwsgt0djTDSWfUCww2ifYtRj17qrEsW_aOaRmapEqmbUbWYTmQvr4Zzd3KB3fBY8AIxU9MU3UllEpqeRaX2IAI68nwrnLSJ5cYbU8BoQJeXS96R5/s400/IMG_3469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548772235216242210" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KYF9gp9jB6SMfE4gKWdvZIBkDbzyaO0fmEyEoOUbfOdrLOjyA_elEsSM8561xvPRkiE-zGbdUGqSv7xF-yWwEUcb3zKL3OCWF845FztbUqkcN_7rbRZHhTYU7BVww7wTh-_k5sOQ2US9/s1600/IMG_2895.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KYF9gp9jB6SMfE4gKWdvZIBkDbzyaO0fmEyEoOUbfOdrLOjyA_elEsSM8561xvPRkiE-zGbdUGqSv7xF-yWwEUcb3zKL3OCWF845FztbUqkcN_7rbRZHhTYU7BVww7wTh-_k5sOQ2US9/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548772060511911970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-24820672303533688242010-11-27T09:29:00.000-08:002011-04-24T07:47:01.377-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Walworth I: An Area Through Time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">by the London Archaeologist</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeG7z7G5TnZnM44zUS5riv-xZJBjnGIJdTcfcmT-O_ydgi1_CcMH4pD0W3X2mokf3TGWiWT8pnlzj6q0A7MXGYXIxeX9cj9Ez6sL4RKaMp0-FDpRtMsufU2rxMFE3NH-AXLghRDXKndup/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeG7z7G5TnZnM44zUS5riv-xZJBjnGIJdTcfcmT-O_ydgi1_CcMH4pD0W3X2mokf3TGWiWT8pnlzj6q0A7MXGYXIxeX9cj9Ez6sL4RKaMp0-FDpRtMsufU2rxMFE3NH-AXLghRDXKndup/s400/IMG_4667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544574853402841458" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHfmdWDgFPI9GmsO_Z2Rb6IXw9P60UdO11notP679Lwq40MBBKlxk1OKJxFck3BbiQ3i47J4OEjUSzyFsbx5JWfXZz1FRivdz32LKen-pchNXtw0n3Z-eEPHdTR_h4aKBzFxSfkXfDvj8/s1600/IMG_3168.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHfmdWDgFPI9GmsO_Z2Rb6IXw9P60UdO11notP679Lwq40MBBKlxk1OKJxFck3BbiQ3i47J4OEjUSzyFsbx5JWfXZz1FRivdz32LKen-pchNXtw0n3Z-eEPHdTR_h4aKBzFxSfkXfDvj8/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544298471823923714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWzGWb2JvSaGuCnG0YmKIXIZs9tKJ0TrJdUaHTkM-7yHQj1On_delzfHTkEq5zQlhJD6pa7NHHP9n14N60OID9UORg5nsMQ1N-7giPnnCASn8bGjxAx5l5rfSWxM4iZSvz3cd8HOCuwWs/s1600/IMG_3215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWzGWb2JvSaGuCnG0YmKIXIZs9tKJ0TrJdUaHTkM-7yHQj1On_delzfHTkEq5zQlhJD6pa7NHHP9n14N60OID9UORg5nsMQ1N-7giPnnCASn8bGjxAx5l5rfSWxM4iZSvz3cd8HOCuwWs/s400/IMG_3215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544297843339694482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">There have been markets in <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=walworth+london&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Walworth,+Greater+London&gl=uk&ei=dkfyTLvxHMe7hAeixoCpDA&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=image&resnum=1&ved=0CBsQ8gEwAA">Walworth</a> since the sixteenth century, we’re told, and, if now they’re contained within marked and numbered pitches, things haven’t always been so formal.</div></span><div> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOhD6mBhIeAGPIAm1EZIJPmibJ2BS30s00ybuZh9dF111zAG-mT1CEtuuX82tSA5aMgDYXmYQhfLAJgvqYcn4XoESCpe-DH9IQ4kmZihIrQVpkFyd9CLo2sf3mKANkd_hVu1VM7y__zfF/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sPsPpJiVc_j1_H6JktCq1iKSE79OqnQINhQk8IrMyJBjDAR06CrPlt4lMAvuLmwSChKSZvwXIi78pniogMYgDB2RQdd2KLaz2_e2jPFLgp2nSIbqXqBWwmXiF8jjs_j8DCJ8Idv9jR3x/s400/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544295764194518386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Most days, he’d be at the local with the lads, and a bloke would come round with a shirt, a bit of silverware, a leg of lamb, too, a prize in hard times, after an offer. But then one day, a Sunday with the place busy for the markets, this bloke sticks his head round and goes, anybody want to buy a horse?</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklZDl7Kck9XBQfMR2CkdBjQQdfy_IgHThcUm9nBjDXY_kpNastMPE4cuHrIdHOX4WkEe6nLh4Ia_B5przLAC41G0jz_auWUjEgh-U4mHysGTDrEZdzNmhfXo4QGdHjMuQjCB-dS-qcpmU/s1600/IMG_2756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklZDl7Kck9XBQfMR2CkdBjQQdfy_IgHThcUm9nBjDXY_kpNastMPE4cuHrIdHOX4WkEe6nLh4Ia_B5przLAC41G0jz_auWUjEgh-U4mHysGTDrEZdzNmhfXo4QGdHjMuQjCB-dS-qcpmU/s400/IMG_2756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544295251437889842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfowFvn1JS7JXl-u-eY-MaV2ukXmmBMosmTSpTGlT_sCu-BoVbhLSVTSZef5Skka1ZCspTcF2025Xdk2QY75utbOcwqmZXDMo2Liadt3-8v87yNnQ7KsiJhzzz5kpMi05Y4Bkf3RXT-hAI/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiteWz4ejXQdYxSlBbrVP3B2JQ6JL9SdOKmUBSFvKs76zHx0hLpCjGusXqe6K98Alo_wqlsA5KtcCw23aA7Wu9hwqCjx9hwDvxnoNC66YvzDRWJ2ml8h6FsowXJLouZlTpggX2xnEZzuXW/s400/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544289923186862978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcX0f-2s2F7G2SUDyW3dhVtdK2pzX3ElehYUER9NPDS9TMo7ibqiV0KTp5i6n_1sZoKVqAhldXQ4F4tMpewB4jPKk63NTLnZWtFT_w1Ib6CluHaFpcKoV4IFJeRF97X8IEh-hX_5IUx18w/s1600/IMG_3772.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcX0f-2s2F7G2SUDyW3dhVtdK2pzX3ElehYUER9NPDS9TMo7ibqiV0KTp5i6n_1sZoKVqAhldXQ4F4tMpewB4jPKk63NTLnZWtFT_w1Ib6CluHaFpcKoV4IFJeRF97X8IEh-hX_5IUx18w/s400/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544289726937188370" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If markets figure heavily in these posts, it’s not simply for the photo ops they undoubtedly represent, and the traders in East Lane are justly proud of a stretch that, though those who have been there longest suggest unanimously it’s declining, still manages enough intensity of activity, banter, humour and variety to resist the glacial grip of Iceland, Pound Shops, and Boots.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNMuOxwwKPAS-Fx84HQZRQDGLcIo3ngRdrWWG17iCLI251mrzAzwr6wSQTZmRz_bCFamWpJYtTqpj80J2j5R_3nCGQJprJXhmD5spBi0_4tLYlva-raDOu1IYUwK5-5R35YXID0Jw9FmJ/s1600/IMG_4349.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEWUuNPFPF49agOJHbSxdosH2-_NayDHpgliQlNice9phQBrfsWV6YlyJF7CcX0mB0RtZNn8uXpJgs2HUoVSYn47fa3LGH5dP6jDhVC3bXBmqIZCaygpc-s07Me4o7jqboHM3ap-CuoOB/s400/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544286959294307330" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The book, it transpired, wasn’t there out of interest alone, but found itself caught up in his roaming passion for anecdote, a love of the area he’d bought into with the premises of this, his first business, and itself a product of that, stitched together from </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=69569490746&v=wall"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">shared stories, swapped photos</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, exchanged accounts of how Clint Eastwood, for instance, had drunk at the Red Lion, subject of local artist Morganic’s refuse bin, the old trades of Boundary Lane, and the crimes on the Heygate Highwalks.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdP10ZHDDU8HDZVVkTZjRQg9fHwNpl9TAU2QWp388rKeLQqpcHN82d6sDM2XtSZSb_SbeBL9DiaW5gZil29qq-YT9RUrVp5Ul7-cAh8EN1Lid2fq2NKMNK_DYS2FhzqJhMV9fTkTJjTum/s1600/IMG_3256.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdP10ZHDDU8HDZVVkTZjRQg9fHwNpl9TAU2QWp388rKeLQqpcHN82d6sDM2XtSZSb_SbeBL9DiaW5gZil29qq-YT9RUrVp5Ul7-cAh8EN1Lid2fq2NKMNK_DYS2FhzqJhMV9fTkTJjTum/s400/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544286463635125522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ4NxssUbTF-zBTTktXrhnCiFm2cqh8vBA3jOUBH2BlcinPjLdDmrbNdm1tIR4KZ8MNtOuX4FJzd61I9q6j8kTdZVIJ5X0foiOcnbDUpZw5UGkydk1jq6plbvH9Umcw7pTlMvxjrAD3lW/s1600/IMG_4221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ4NxssUbTF-zBTTktXrhnCiFm2cqh8vBA3jOUBH2BlcinPjLdDmrbNdm1tIR4KZ8MNtOuX4FJzd61I9q6j8kTdZVIJ5X0foiOcnbDUpZw5UGkydk1jq6plbvH9Umcw7pTlMvxjrAD3lW/s400/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544285835786598994" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How much truth lies behind the story don’t ask, anymore than you would where it comes from of a juicy leg of lamb in pinched times, and much is under wraps pending release, but it turns out it was a racehorse, and it was the fact the lads took a chance on it that led to a chain of events taking in not only the </span><a href="http://edithsstreets.blogspot.com/2010/04/thames-tributary-neckinger-neckinger-is.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">local area</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> of Walworth, nor even the city as</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a whole, but, in one way or another, international.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtdho52TH81KVDXuVAdycE_kaOa5JyYW1qVYlojOZaWvubtlvr7fnfi4eOzdrkeCHlWKt14hNSLMjF6dXlM_Gs1kz2d7nL5Jr8vhLH95JlYfv6kGzeLL4zSGPATuz_EyxcbopS6p__Z0c/s1600/IMG_3495.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOzeGZrrNOmclJ5mTAEPw7Q9nzfMRf9sx-rIgZVda4J1R49ufzc6So5uUkUA8obAvWaS46cgBbvOb4kG-ent53lx_urzfvYJaJKIqPyO1G2izDv7PuXfgdpSv8UxDo5BdnTKZDczfqGHv/s400/IMG_4629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544283318137554514" /></a>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-40312124572839643472010-10-10T06:35:00.000-07:002010-12-09T13:32:32.858-08:00<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Sacraments, Mercy, and the Last Days of Fitzrovia</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by the Windowless Consultant</i></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRDgES5AKOSsYkSQzprm94oe_shmSl1DY2Xt_WSj7GBdKW93LP4Iq_U7KJSUxdOmAmcH32m8IcqCS1YF68ys76x05Ri_-FGHyFQ_IUIszHK48lD_COzrthyFUyuzqjEDUaos0OuU9dMdW/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuiqJE4j_3pS8C5WeZSEBtFRgG6sSMcB_G8K35E1h6GRQQp0jyWW_iVAgvKhbXZL_8rIOrfvpu-LE_9fKo1W0PweGKHQbAIZNByMbqR_z6sZkYrK-Qp2fkHS-_xyWQsxGwGVknhzQC6gl/s400/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526437504200175922" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXluIbIlgoQic85AybC8IGoDzPGZEQDpLEeQEbYwuZEHOyGilIJTRtjH5Y0zcgofK_OdS86-XVxOmT8AP8pUGY4lL7-Z_E-WEG4d1OqvkxYCCJ2y5MeN6vKK4Wtka4ZLH7pjIfPHl9R5m/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXluIbIlgoQic85AybC8IGoDzPGZEQDpLEeQEbYwuZEHOyGilIJTRtjH5Y0zcgofK_OdS86-XVxOmT8AP8pUGY4lL7-Z_E-WEG4d1OqvkxYCCJ2y5MeN6vKK4Wtka4ZLH7pjIfPHl9R5m/s400/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526437144700991618" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">After the previous post, the comparison with the Prado, I needed to revisit the National Gallery, see the paintings I knew in the new light, discover others never noticed. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_X4MAF5p5i7lVCjZEpydE3eBrA8-uMLVRs7VlaalPDwkl2OP-HRp-ts5mBNM6yLehbmHHYk690n5g4m3MbwumvYRH-B_qSihdy3squSfVdsvv1NmV8yGCXhJlh1rnKwOK8JrZQchUTSK/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_X4MAF5p5i7lVCjZEpydE3eBrA8-uMLVRs7VlaalPDwkl2OP-HRp-ts5mBNM6yLehbmHHYk690n5g4m3MbwumvYRH-B_qSihdy3squSfVdsvv1NmV8yGCXhJlh1rnKwOK8JrZQchUTSK/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526436623747037058" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMLZMNE_dt_2ZaELWJSv9Qv7u3J48AjCMvJ38Q1E5yufLoRFPJB7UHjGY82lESHVVydNTrVp8ZDe047fcBTJKNecnAF-q-Byt6bEyyAS7xolrrhLupMy6VysB6U7T8EWYpNs7leq4E7mV/s1600/IMG_1227.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMLZMNE_dt_2ZaELWJSv9Qv7u3J48AjCMvJ38Q1E5yufLoRFPJB7UHjGY82lESHVVydNTrVp8ZDe047fcBTJKNecnAF-q-Byt6bEyyAS7xolrrhLupMy6VysB6U7T8EWYpNs7leq4E7mV/s400/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526435318054514642" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XCd-F5wFXDTzMvgbs81x7DzzVebJ9Smvj8RkJK7DY6ECRwwgwXzKUzr7Px0Zs5626Ely_G4bO49Cjzagrvj4Bmz45v5oGH6xNQm8fAHmGjvsx4FBG2cV70omPNYVWbr645RhS1JxNrSz/s1600/IMG_9089.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XCd-F5wFXDTzMvgbs81x7DzzVebJ9Smvj8RkJK7DY6ECRwwgwXzKUzr7Px0Zs5626Ely_G4bO49Cjzagrvj4Bmz45v5oGH6xNQm8fAHmGjvsx4FBG2cV70omPNYVWbr645RhS1JxNrSz/s400/IMG_9089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526434761781791746" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Prado has a small selection of Poussins, but it's nothing like, as I recalled, that in the National, and I made my way to the room dedicated almost exclusively to the Seven Sacraments with great pleasure. I hadn't seen these for a while - not since before a recent trip to Edinburgh, where I'd spent time with the earlier and rather different version they have. I would now be able to make the comparison I'd been meaning to ever since. Interestingly, although I'd always considered them one of the most powerful groups in their profound mystery, there had never been postcards available in the shop, and in the Taschen Poussin in the gallery shop, they are not reproduced, being, we're told, inferior to the Edinburgh set. This inferiority had by no means been my impression. The National Gallery series, I recalled, made in some, for instance, a much more abstract use of framing triangles, circles and squares to freeze the actions of the paintings into that strange, almost magical intensity of relations among parts that distinguishes Poussin's works, where, for instance, in a device he often makes use of, the simple fact of a figure's being partially cut off from view on movement by an intervening upright - a person walks behind a pillar or through a doorway - seems to imply motion, not out of our sight, only, but between dimensions, out of ours; not passing out of visibility only, but into something else. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hlDUV1BpvZsHMbCBgu7T_EK3j5lCWfZG8dS263xoyseZiGxEUQ8VXltrHNB6poeDlR44HJt8gqTA0qnGbrQ4GvrG94voWJNJEVmp73IjvHtILkZtm18DKPUsYYCjfJMzcTiQNwP2jqNM/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0BmiCzdaUh1KYxpX5T0PPF0tmQA6EUbsQB71XIElRLXgfDPIEK9nshHeTrG7bxleYB6Bm5aBlvUgtfIbmc5KmhqbvTLa_ilSaRLZ-y7jfiVqs7ObXUoIt1gmW168OQYzlAxnvr9hCqut/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526433636699548642" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7XF5DgThyphenhyphenXTTjVpYjQINlh6VVmgfosceVAwkgAKZA1jmW7IudRy9APh3qbNBH5xKfw5Rff8-Tt1rrsO_dwu60NBAQM1Mb_kAs4RwPw6-huIa5C5Mt3Kz5xCHStcYfapSnVIfZ3aka4fV/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7XF5DgThyphenhyphenXTTjVpYjQINlh6VVmgfosceVAwkgAKZA1jmW7IudRy9APh3qbNBH5xKfw5Rff8-Tt1rrsO_dwu60NBAQM1Mb_kAs4RwPw6-huIa5C5Mt3Kz5xCHStcYfapSnVIfZ3aka4fV/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526433113801767842" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My search seemed, though, to be cut off by a re-hang, the Poussins nowhere to be found, and staff I asked were unable to help. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi828B1_mKS3pzDQ3w-TWH7cntF5DqI8xeavvfgBN5dbiW6moZzCJOP-ewX0uH-Y8Xydbyy9n6BAs-O-8l-97d0CD1ngrLkmgHPNQs03dJNKz9lgk96yLvxSTfCiiX3i71XqaJd395pYFt_/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRx0dl-_adubdC39Sm8TyBWU-OW5HpR3qbIQbp2Rsk7p3p5v7vT5jImGs9gy7BGFYTPm7OURFLOws408vB8ECyZsCCaw9ed6ZgnA-hlezE9upPphjDpjiU8XGPvSbgNyV7txK8aFkrRtn7/s400/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526431572961594482" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM5Jb-NSu0-0EoFQ_zwRG4pfspUX2S-JyE6ntKe10L6VNWMouGw2MAQTfIwONxFgfaSCnNjpRRE9piThKGQyZRREo0RRljWbyQLvE46D0Rl2fyB1GNr6k668OXYMXqPh-gUpgL006arHb/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM5Jb-NSu0-0EoFQ_zwRG4pfspUX2S-JyE6ntKe10L6VNWMouGw2MAQTfIwONxFgfaSCnNjpRRE9piThKGQyZRREo0RRljWbyQLvE46D0Rl2fyB1GNr6k668OXYMXqPh-gUpgL006arHb/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526431314297567474" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It was on my way to the downstairs computers to locate the paintings that I chanced on a little temporary exhibition being held there at the moment - Edward Cayley Robinson's Middlesex Hospital group </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Acts of Mercy</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> and recalled that this was something I had been meaning to see. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-zq6F13B40WaUfCbNO7U0sDlM2GWmx98vAXlNpSp5hUwrSASTVBXIUniCRr4JHQavUitDiekqxsVM9LVSLv8QJT6RmAIJhyphenhyphenkf8xzrITajVhbKwoczpIwFR_g0s6yM2QF10joZ6eiHcwy/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigP_2a0lnP9bE1uofsoipFI2YIIjPr0G031adDxZm0atAOBNAUBmPjcQMiOe9EcVwAy6XHwc6KO-VlKyj2_5r-p96MT1ztv4SeHUW8Eh9kQZhLAqWngxXmKmpv9zK39bWvVqSbbP3Q7hQ/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526429886213673410" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWLvlkMSXdQPcmx7VTuBZ9cNAp0rfamoVM3akX16FkZ4qYwleZrd6Vfg2lakG_UvOfXy4x9edx6JCZ_tmC8o-nhjTbcdqXbLvwijcsC4BI_y-F4Gk4RssOo6hXeUf6OjjQDMFFW6cJ2Ei/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWLvlkMSXdQPcmx7VTuBZ9cNAp0rfamoVM3akX16FkZ4qYwleZrd6Vfg2lakG_UvOfXy4x9edx6JCZ_tmC8o-nhjTbcdqXbLvwijcsC4BI_y-F4Gk4RssOo6hXeUf6OjjQDMFFW6cJ2Ei/s400/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526429628154150754" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Middlesex Hospital is a place I'd occasionally considered a post about, and its effect on Mortimer - or, in its prolongation to the East - </span></span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=goodge+street&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Goodge Street</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. I thought it would be interesting, if depressing, to record the effect of its redevelopment by the Candy brothers into </span></span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&expIds=17259,17311,24416,26644,26788,26993,27006,27015,27047&xhr=t&q=noho+new+york&cp=7&safe=off&client=safari&rls=en&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=NoHo,+New+York,+NY,+USA&gl=uk&ei=atqxTPy5EceUswa565DHDQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBYQ8gEwAA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">NoHo</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Square, the name, with its functionless central capital serving as a plastic portico, seeking to align the area off with New York by the magic of branding alone, revealing the attempt to send what is a little island of Fitzrovian independence the way that Marylebone High Street so recently went - tarted up out of dowdy neglect and into the exclusive plaything of the international elite who can afford the sort of housing developed by, well, Candy and Candy for the likes, at Chelsea, of the court of Qatar. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RSfLSKKAB5AW8bozDh069NSHFVXV4RFlgq2NXHh0s_C2R1Zq1hK8H2AoHoS0dNH7xLCyhh_qhUVGvGz8jfQzciK5FWqARoHmLXLUbt-hjtAdWvUs5tScJ-MDqwCXYdc8IUOQCbaHzwd9/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RSfLSKKAB5AW8bozDh069NSHFVXV4RFlgq2NXHh0s_C2R1Zq1hK8H2AoHoS0dNH7xLCyhh_qhUVGvGz8jfQzciK5FWqARoHmLXLUbt-hjtAdWvUs5tScJ-MDqwCXYdc8IUOQCbaHzwd9/s400/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526428993586775474" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsx8TaNCnAMMCJ5czwB2Zh41m5cLb3Zk4t8-X8OKfKYusPqoECrb7Km6XbvM3B-YANHOZ-QD9tYDQ8MSZBHET03mrfe1FCxtfejBcpymeH_Nek_z7rMODn1JJne0eZkmq8vE06NfWq8E5/s1600/IMG_2175.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsx8TaNCnAMMCJ5czwB2Zh41m5cLb3Zk4t8-X8OKfKYusPqoECrb7Km6XbvM3B-YANHOZ-QD9tYDQ8MSZBHET03mrfe1FCxtfejBcpymeH_Nek_z7rMODn1JJne0eZkmq8vE06NfWq8E5/s400/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526428612413453986" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The only thing that had been stopping me had been that the story had already begun, the buildings knocked down before I even knew about it, so the post, beginning </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">in medias res</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, would be without the necessary visual record. I had never once noticed, I have to admit, passing on innumerable occasions in the past, what the hospital looked like beyond its being red brick with greying stone details. Here, then, at the National, would be an opportunity to redress this. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8N5PwHXgjdkACdCINsQ_6wtRwA8tEqCxARHSgM8HIaRrqNlU1CVZEkheTVj9XCtLHCgLonYy50mYAuFzTV5U5S3luZmv0fBGVdRvz5Pzu6_PUW1SkyYrp8QvcAUznI0SKjZSUUcqpapj/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8N5PwHXgjdkACdCINsQ_6wtRwA8tEqCxARHSgM8HIaRrqNlU1CVZEkheTVj9XCtLHCgLonYy50mYAuFzTV5U5S3luZmv0fBGVdRvz5Pzu6_PUW1SkyYrp8QvcAUznI0SKjZSUUcqpapj/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427588845718914" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wYbcpffvYfBFJigkhfAynghL_hBYiQMVDesTOYavCy0Md4B4aMvyeAj5HfVi79j5ACVviat8BQXBWybkADQVNSu-m05HmUMaP8bWIFFDnhilm8y1RUnLA2iqmCIBLbAmO8bKua5O1W6s/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wYbcpffvYfBFJigkhfAynghL_hBYiQMVDesTOYavCy0Md4B4aMvyeAj5HfVi79j5ACVviat8BQXBWybkADQVNSu-m05HmUMaP8bWIFFDnhilm8y1RUnLA2iqmCIBLbAmO8bKua5O1W6s/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526427297466648226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgER406cD_ecqTluzhcrT-MVU-I4RKeHfe5wYvT7yxNhxIQgNPb9Ol8RH-Pe50hX0W8pmCFckLa1D3RCzQgRwJIX-zyv91n_N7KntvFP_ATaFdH25OEfqxgM-zngIjemRZopu15c-vNkasy/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgER406cD_ecqTluzhcrT-MVU-I4RKeHfe5wYvT7yxNhxIQgNPb9Ol8RH-Pe50hX0W8pmCFckLa1D3RCzQgRwJIX-zyv91n_N7KntvFP_ATaFdH25OEfqxgM-zngIjemRZopu15c-vNkasy/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526426957540111234" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Robinson's series was a double record of the Middlesex, since not only do they depict scenes of the hospital itself, both inside and out, but also, having been painted for the hospital to be displayed </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">in situ</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, they are in fact a little piece of it itself, removed from the entrance lobby, for the first time since their installation in 1930, only on demolition. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJLecbVIAv6gO-xFE2tgoF9cYnBVoCZIXCUDyTv-ewT_xSPlWYU5Qm0SLO2-ug7May5AbnMkpECY4QqZWS3flzr6PHu-W-x7jYLWGykZzsORRTE7cViwWeWiw_kgJ47wmYB9TqGj_jKiv/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALcBhYS8Y8HZWj7S0BvWm9BK27SeXGwTeitM_By1rlq5RLm2nu1XVgEv4RUl_5_NeqJ-Xmr0j_xGJ-H2Tqz4UcSCPTdnekHt0RUmLe-ykM5FuchfZTeXl36UG8-RXn6a6afXmFN3DTzpN/s400/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526425724257320514" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EFYdsfXDDiyn4eTEiNIyqwrfG_ysv39sM5IoD6XfL9xZLAE50ir9zsJ-JrMok8I5sl-C63SS9vW42s6Fpq-diqWjSq762sGLVI3o2bIN69iZq4oJdrQLQyma6AFYZrwao5c2oCVYhHTy/s1600/IMG_2256.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EFYdsfXDDiyn4eTEiNIyqwrfG_ysv39sM5IoD6XfL9xZLAE50ir9zsJ-JrMok8I5sl-C63SS9vW42s6Fpq-diqWjSq762sGLVI3o2bIN69iZq4oJdrQLQyma6AFYZrwao5c2oCVYhHTy/s400/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526424999618840962" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Robinson was clearly something of a Symbolist, the realism in his paintings set off by a strangely timeless poise giving his figures hints of that mystery that haunts the viewer in Poussin. The canvases are of very large scale, bringing the refectory, the courtyard spaces, with classical foreground porticos framed by Bloomsbury terraces back- from Mortimer Street into the National Gallery's Sunley Room and shrugging off the lack of substance, the hospital twice demolished (the Robinsons are of a previous, reputedly more elegant incarnation), with an ethereal lightness. The viewers in the gallery space entering the friezes of orphans, patients, nurses, families and doctors they contemplated would be a perfect photographic document, I realised, of the hospital that was. In the etherealisation of the transformation to a symbolist framework, the physical sustenance of the orphans became the spiritual of the gallery visitor, coming together with the paintings, given a temporary home, to recreate the hospital in the imagination before its destruction in reality. I left excited that perhaps I'd be able to pursue the Mortimer Street project after all, using shots of the series </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">in</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> this new </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">situ</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> standing for the old, the Sunley room a street saved, briefly, from, if not total destruction, damage beyond recognition. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQCMSjEclkfojUV1J94hMtfGrjsCvTzdpq1nOEpIGi15jJYCacix45DgXLuOYoAQZZRBRQz02GIwZwa0ZFSYg05SHYljWvroLfOd0BAEdeMIoJhaGiLLK8m7JW7DENJRtLhRnyWWbQgi0/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z3YXIJEfk9D1Zi_HGS3L4TaRggYtDxUsdlGnO4bFDZYTl00JKpflEDJF0vgQ56s-h7ZyLU972esHSkBPeJf8DreJ3oj-cLNVCHLnIoQKh27wGNSWgQ_JzoJU4HhJo3sj5r71YJN737Ob/s400/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526422160703894674" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fnvq0TsiBdctGy409TWM1GhCFO7iAyI4k1s3sCfMVRiu2fHzHOJFYZG3bt1K7x1MRqrGpMKt56BldHmM1T4NMS7zSpThP3vMThz5v5C36oe8jltakJp6dk7kqT9HgpSNjfm8Xeg3RjS/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fnvq0TsiBdctGy409TWM1GhCFO7iAyI4k1s3sCfMVRiu2fHzHOJFYZG3bt1K7x1MRqrGpMKt56BldHmM1T4NMS7zSpThP3vMThz5v5C36oe8jltakJp6dk7kqT9HgpSNjfm8Xeg3RjS/s400/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526421148789372210" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">If that seems naïve - if I should, perhaps, have realised that, since the paintings belonged not to the gallery, but to the Welcome Trust, they wouldn't have even the right to give me that permission - so, perhaps, should my blind confidence that I would again be viewing the Poussin as so often before. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBKcNwLS_7jq9I_Gf3KivS5Rcd1pO1_Q75jCQyAojrvlue8Elo4NGIBluNvAqQ5TrtOdV960VZ6ruPsrfvj_RAMrWXWh6whVbtYVFXcC_iNwB-hHDxCIWkUkeToTNaeYV8etsw-Yr3ztY/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAisYen2a7QJyFCLfVkNh6K8fZaNwLVH4b7PO0MonefMBXqZoPwJLBsNKhUZ0y8TotpUgvP-i1jfrU_mHUcr9YbGEstSR0BLygau5_5YhB7h3OmZflQm1Fz8mmlmGj6GK_dFCccC1xDJsZ/s400/IMG_9065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526419800140845986" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJKuJPHxG3dLnmqrcigvPYrrdMiX_uIhp-4xpRKIYcPVNclQpDHXYq32maB0ElCdAMbuD9FxL4AN3r_KaA84_T7WOltoEcCDN3t7CmbkBsMM42l4Hpedn4aycRLfhg_8Wxe_7GcGGYq-A/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJKuJPHxG3dLnmqrcigvPYrrdMiX_uIhp-4xpRKIYcPVNclQpDHXYq32maB0ElCdAMbuD9FxL4AN3r_KaA84_T7WOltoEcCDN3t7CmbkBsMM42l4Hpedn4aycRLfhg_8Wxe_7GcGGYq-A/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526419191407684306" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The paintings, like so many others in what we call the permanent collections of what we call our public galleries, I thought of much as I thought of what we call our public spaces - part of our shared landscape, something that would always be there, unproblematically, to visit, whenever I'd need whatever that sustenance is that paintings bring. In fact, it transpired, they were a loan, dependent on the continuing largesse of the Duke of Rutland, an informed and enlightened guard at last informed me, a largesse which the continuing health of the art market has recently been putting such under excessive strain that the man has decided to explore other ways of enjoying his family's rights to privilege. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3eaR1wlda4DcESzaypEOzhjAffYYpwjlWWzoL4JubY_xTkTRJr5JZrxElTyvi6eS6Cji3j0qHD5xFnw4aoAjATsExx-dsE40Df0AM8WniMLlxUL-xHccTruubWeydI0kkJAtufrmqfyz/s1600/IMG_1500.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3eaR1wlda4DcESzaypEOzhjAffYYpwjlWWzoL4JubY_xTkTRJr5JZrxElTyvi6eS6Cji3j0qHD5xFnw4aoAjATsExx-dsE40Df0AM8WniMLlxUL-xHccTruubWeydI0kkJAtufrmqfyz/s400/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526418310182953650" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUwktPhl_xcQErFQ1WygVbv1q0E-Hu08kZoLi8fbLog4pLWfL3QJ1MMsYtNdqvDWYibW5yrobk8yPpgi7IBdDLcnw-LUoYd2KO21s0wOXCZTWW4kq1QXouiPbF8Flk1OHouGTwHbhx6ss/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUwktPhl_xcQErFQ1WygVbv1q0E-Hu08kZoLi8fbLog4pLWfL3QJ1MMsYtNdqvDWYibW5yrobk8yPpgi7IBdDLcnw-LUoYd2KO21s0wOXCZTWW4kq1QXouiPbF8Flk1OHouGTwHbhx6ss/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526417676884517362" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOm-_QZ6N_U0hV6kUzZSKzSS_qHjU-v0DJlo8Pis2CLxZwrhIa8VzqfjdNA9ZTxAl4x9VuBqvC6OtB2n8itpDQQRJ3Z25siMaWyjqq_Icr1IVvKIHFJwjrvI5efMMsia831869xEA9TvAN/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOm-_QZ6N_U0hV6kUzZSKzSS_qHjU-v0DJlo8Pis2CLxZwrhIa8VzqfjdNA9ZTxAl4x9VuBqvC6OtB2n8itpDQQRJ3Z25siMaWyjqq_Icr1IVvKIHFJwjrvI5efMMsia831869xEA9TvAN/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526416624759352626" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">If the art market's managing to keep it up, the property isn't, and the Middlesex land has dropped sufficiently in value to spare Mortimer Street at least a little more time to itself, albeit diminished, gaping in its middle at the site once given over to charitable causes. This post, then, if it can't reproduce what the street once was, can at least seek to show what it soon no longer will be.</span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcQktnM19kiHioMd1hclNRUkK9n7kFJgmUnzb0eC3kY8-dBujorwNreSaCWpnu77hbY8TYuvzoVDOxNKRK3kt4VhAgnUIYpXn-mCQOO1b_QeTihBTYTw3gU6RL7N5uyMPBN6BN7nNiNHD/s1600/IMG_1518.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcQktnM19kiHioMd1hclNRUkK9n7kFJgmUnzb0eC3kY8-dBujorwNreSaCWpnu77hbY8TYuvzoVDOxNKRK3kt4VhAgnUIYpXn-mCQOO1b_QeTihBTYTw3gU6RL7N5uyMPBN6BN7nNiNHD/s400/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526415927268873986" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1NHf3Z5oeiDKF0UuqAw4YGBzcvPM7FPHGjlfimv_mmHg5DbHG34Okbz6hcGpFvzqrHo_QRmhROwro_C5bVVOQVM-u77uJG0uIQty9-TXazZqMZsNLfn5b-UvEyPjPOxhzi1TUpWpxGd3/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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Flesh, stone, or idea, space or word, practice or representation, a mixture of these or something else that they result from, more spiritual, more instinctive or explained by an enlarged idea of the biological, encompassing the social life of ants. Ultimately definable or not, though, it must be lived, and, as part of that life is its description, definitions, however partial, must be attempted. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvprkn1MssPoIGEX97Emhz-21k81wP3rCV8NnTfJJv9uBlvq-dpfkLelIeaVycH57qfEcGupGj21YWfoTDgmPfVtXjgoGuCLXC9wiCRK0dQehSQc3Ihlucq5UpU93UigW0zQ3JD_MVqQb/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvprkn1MssPoIGEX97Emhz-21k81wP3rCV8NnTfJJv9uBlvq-dpfkLelIeaVycH57qfEcGupGj21YWfoTDgmPfVtXjgoGuCLXC9wiCRK0dQehSQc3Ihlucq5UpU93UigW0zQ3JD_MVqQb/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424723935933954" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKT2YgHTI5BLalGvtQwXz5pJDehgz0nEkAB2rzlaRaLaHilyL8SrpTCSB3nwZ20gNl936wyOaKuJLFuBeRCiWjzOXuJ3eSiHUjMMuTNjF1Up3w4DQn0TDhex7cI4VZXc9lNj4IpU90aWU/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XSWoFGGlzaqhA5ond99Sjullv2umDclJL0QahyphenhyphenaRBpp2r1ULfYti0MBkX76ILesy3v9lAXRRnmZVGnlZumvsQ2fyBQOyVGEtqhk_Ui0Jey0FSJiym11uYbqUYE-JkuaRW2PCJgCd2vpD/s400/IMG_9787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519422236723429010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The solution found by our fellow citizens at Oxford is a 750 word preamble, a grand tour of historical uses before so much as entering the treacherous terrain of definition proper. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy83udRWNSfgf2ihrMmfdEVWc2BP8Lo5_7WNFHiceTMmJ0V6WCL4sQWubRgVJ1XWt-1i64orRtvUfLUxsiTXo8z_TBZt1vQ1ZPFjgaqVnIMWL3uAeU_4XaGy4nMpCSCIUuiwFBjMj8d7E-/s1600/IMG_9760.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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With this rebuilding, the architect, Norman Foster seeks to draw a line through central London, between the British Library to the North, and the riverside/Trafalgar Square attractions to the South: a 'New Heritage Route', he suggests, shading it onto a map in demonstration. An idea, a name, practices, a long line through stone, processional route for tourists, crossed daily and unperceived by inhabitants, recognised only by the relevant planning bodies or those seeking their language to commission, build or describe. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8G3Yue6ioy2dH7YmdLJZarwfSFcm6Sq1npB0HbAyRbdh_gmyH6wZUob-t6fAeQNC0LZ3qOiVCVOB5DDWsFdwprTnYUURHlHhufMMaL-ipdm7lRBSHkzNrsGqZGg5gfPgYD9N6D-QzYbvR/s1600/IMG_9855.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8G3Yue6ioy2dH7YmdLJZarwfSFcm6Sq1npB0HbAyRbdh_gmyH6wZUob-t6fAeQNC0LZ3qOiVCVOB5DDWsFdwprTnYUURHlHhufMMaL-ipdm7lRBSHkzNrsGqZGg5gfPgYD9N6D-QzYbvR/s400/IMG_9855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519417807155781874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NuKQiek4DUwBpberp7Fg9XgRz0U4S6EdSt0xmwfh2YXYj3ltb-5tWpY3qeCAkSKk02e4THpAMxX4Ya6zALJrgO9E-ABeZcEJTmks-kFhcPf9YEmz-pMBxhFw8pMvjc3ZTpI7VaWaFhcJ/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg38fsn1aX6qeUWECyg5A4CPVBTfvRJK3hlEGzsAdI84oA9GPJG-NbLRR4w0QZSOdxamy5u_mb_mDx2ryepBi01s0tnsx-kg5jhtm0o4BXPU0x2cNHGnBL08RfzSSyQC9oEHCRgxNMGsO/s400/IMG_9025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519416770933985106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I came here via Madrid, the Passeo del Prado, at first sight a more identifiable entity in its Baroque rhetoric, linking the Reina Sophia to the Thyssen-Bornemisza around the Prado itself. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lKVk7vOjmlUxqt1bLvWE-yOydSrCVvMFjwgrWsUXhP3aZ5Z-BfvrA7mU4CLTmrbN5d5l1kRV9JuID782UkIXYWA3WmOpWQetgVNcAXQJGn2LV-Lk8BzsgiTCGwOc7rk3Ut3KaF0D4FOA/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KScBeuTkK3BYa7UnkIafQMmRuVuuVJtBj0xwf7NpA2C3rMCufhCHE0Z3V-g-zhaAs7tN12nAdVTtQV8AkwgIEOU6WHFtOMLohqlNGP22DDU3HnynY0hNzfdWxJOTzFKCwpZCu3kd3HfD/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519412493231878274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/London%20Window?updated-max=2009-11-18T13%3A02%3A00-08%3A00&max-results=20">work in windows</a> is self-assured, as it must be if I'm to survive by it, hence this blog, where everything less certain is collected, conglomerates, everything of or pertaining to the city. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmSuV-VxIN-hq4FrI4LPVJ-dYJcPdxjvs9U56lsPKtFyqUaxDWXonCOZ7xKvZOcLMsM1Tfe6lrZthFkZ8Xxh_lN9EbxcDH5Y2MKrNEJGGBy6z6wYjTZNO-1gzxNO8g8myJ6RSZktuwbrg/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmSuV-VxIN-hq4FrI4LPVJ-dYJcPdxjvs9U56lsPKtFyqUaxDWXonCOZ7xKvZOcLMsM1Tfe6lrZthFkZ8Xxh_lN9EbxcDH5Y2MKrNEJGGBy6z6wYjTZNO-1gzxNO8g8myJ6RSZktuwbrg/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519411930569143906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6Wd1kTeMOnZvxTvqHiY1BqD4oh_Y0ZePhpRD0wZfnFd0dULHr6VLbEv8eQi0YU3BcCx9ZJf9tgIMEL7fsA7MZwja5dO7Ck42QzTtHx6kNU9SAXseEd_eeWKbq-LgWtwA-rLhyMxkdgAQ/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6Wd1kTeMOnZvxTvqHiY1BqD4oh_Y0ZePhpRD0wZfnFd0dULHr6VLbEv8eQi0YU3BcCx9ZJf9tgIMEL7fsA7MZwja5dO7Ck42QzTtHx6kNU9SAXseEd_eeWKbq-LgWtwA-rLhyMxkdgAQ/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519411663227337218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yzs30wMX7VabftmImK-PBwRIkZW_KnGrbpYLGVAW0Dwd1W4_vMZlUkzu7NxkMVhCafDDkkdPH2L6hU-EqatvU7mcxXDT65-svzBpiYDOlllmalbuHr_89TebelGmXbV1EeUYD8Ma50SR/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yzs30wMX7VabftmImK-PBwRIkZW_KnGrbpYLGVAW0Dwd1W4_vMZlUkzu7NxkMVhCafDDkkdPH2L6hU-EqatvU7mcxXDT65-svzBpiYDOlllmalbuHr_89TebelGmXbV1EeUYD8Ma50SR/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519411168849582610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVYEAHAD8sUE1McPwIlNanhng6lj_97P3LhOsmiDFAJwI8w4ihxtv0ltrc5B2J752a1J4pmBe2HGvibp3ANxlwKC-QARXmjjFmyccJPuWCaypnWKhViQf6Vk6sFVP7NK5E95puHSrb1Nz/s1600/IMG_9851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVYEAHAD8sUE1McPwIlNanhng6lj_97P3LhOsmiDFAJwI8w4ihxtv0ltrc5B2J752a1J4pmBe2HGvibp3ANxlwKC-QARXmjjFmyccJPuWCaypnWKhViQf6Vk6sFVP7NK5E95puHSrb1Nz/s400/IMG_9851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519410759885289938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The standard Prado guide is admirable in its clarity and, within reasonable limitations, detail. There's no such thing as Spanish painting, any more than there is Italian, Flemish, French or Dutch, as the <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=passeo+del+prado&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl">Passeo del Prado</a> complex is one of the best places to discover. Rather, there are tendencies, investigations, exchanges, discoveries shared, interpreted, forgotten or relearnt by more or less itinerant workers responding to the needs of more or less international clients, working, within and across ever-changing borders, under the rambling movements of battling dynasties. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAhtirGwuV0PinIPFz2mpiOrRMlmfucEakwD3Fwsq0yMfvxBkwllGXTGlNCkTef5jDLTE6g_0kycqd6fKhJWb_atXGAVAMjpjPehMKcIA8-aAOhTIX-80O1vRZ1npCTnBXNKDhIY3Busm/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9L8W3XNeznppzeNdlPV84W_Bhq7d6WhMMYfc70eCjLB8kX3yGjw1QMKOExyBW6HlZsdWTVD8Dr24XuQbJvPgg_GFhyphenhyphenQjyB9zDH9y91ASJB1AauzPQiKbBfe0ZqhuBXnPnbnoJe1LZZ6wx/s400/IMG_9734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408938219853778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">El Greco's colours, we come to see, came from Venice, where they landed with the dyes from the trade overseas, his space, tormented, fragmented, and without centre, more a spiralling Tintoretto than anything closer to his anyway adopted Toledo. Goya looked to the Flemish, of course, especially to the works garnered by dominating Spain, not only for the portraits, but even in his darkest nightmares. Velasquez' proximity with Rubens is well documented, with Titian, and if there's one certainty to lie in </span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=british+museum+great+court&fb=1&gl=uk&hq=british+museum+great+court&cid=0,0,10446658078505798932&ei=HfGYTJjTHMS14QbkkJh7&sa=X&oi=local_result&ct=image&resnum=8&ved=0CDQQnwIwBw"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Las Meninas</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, it concerns the fluidity of space, its changes over time, the defining place of perspective, representation, in who you are, of where you stand. The monarch is standing before it, the viewer, being painted, Philip IV in flip flops and shorts, unconsciously posing for </span><a href="http://www.artnet.com/artwork/426075190/79513/thomas-struth-audience-1-galleria-dell-accademia-florenz.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Thomas Struth</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, wondering whether they grasp it, before the next one, with an audio guide.</span></span><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglD6mREDL6TAgg1JiN_V7dtz81NpCaSoEv-xOjinx5My22ckoPpf4qFD2w6POpA_fWBeoLRHx9dS6Gk3dkNSSsUq6Sa_O-bHl8jjO_fC5MWy2U_X3LmC5Av1Iy2M7ECz5aq0TF05HhFquR/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglD6mREDL6TAgg1JiN_V7dtz81NpCaSoEv-xOjinx5My22ckoPpf4qFD2w6POpA_fWBeoLRHx9dS6Gk3dkNSSsUq6Sa_O-bHl8jjO_fC5MWy2U_X3LmC5Av1Iy2M7ECz5aq0TF05HhFquR/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408278836504594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdcTqXEx8dujpkCwBaVsJlpFH-YXbH6dC14KL1K97IHHkN38hMQxziZmRGWH2zPmJArCXT49OtwSovogDPY7CQsC_aQt4nMHrrNRwVEFjCHOPBicKRAODsn17BoS5tseaB7UC7GtLAZY7/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdcTqXEx8dujpkCwBaVsJlpFH-YXbH6dC14KL1K97IHHkN38hMQxziZmRGWH2zPmJArCXT49OtwSovogDPY7CQsC_aQt4nMHrrNRwVEFjCHOPBicKRAODsn17BoS5tseaB7UC7GtLAZY7/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519407784660177138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAZp4pUBuSCCWCKHHQbNEVY6Od5aeHsFSdk9ST9zRkiKI-kQspCYFlMsAhxvjxpOS7m6P28_O_o61dVhIuqhjFldAPKwa1op5DV7UvbTYhiE6Jq3GxNGdaYXbvZKpjwebgSjv-R4WPTgE/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAZp4pUBuSCCWCKHHQbNEVY6Od5aeHsFSdk9ST9zRkiKI-kQspCYFlMsAhxvjxpOS7m6P28_O_o61dVhIuqhjFldAPKwa1op5DV7UvbTYhiE6Jq3GxNGdaYXbvZKpjwebgSjv-R4WPTgE/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519407531058774962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf5jrD6qqfO989jYnpJbtcUR9NUw_cS48o9IwpYvjcyux8H1eTf8Qaj05hyVp0ResZSPDlrce3s4cOEpwo08LRhondjoJL-69hp-fCHno6cYKVOdxU7-J3rjRcnFo3KEPTPxMrneLdqhL/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf5jrD6qqfO989jYnpJbtcUR9NUw_cS48o9IwpYvjcyux8H1eTf8Qaj05hyVp0ResZSPDlrce3s4cOEpwo08LRhondjoJL-69hp-fCHno6cYKVOdxU7-J3rjRcnFo3KEPTPxMrneLdqhL/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403707909960034" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I can't be the only one going abroad who on arriving experiences uncertainty about whether they've left. The language is different, the buildings, faces, streets, practices, space, but it's still language, building, streets, practices, space, still here. Whatever the Dutch at Breda made of their Spanish conquerors, the Spanish of the conquering French, may have been largely irrelevant to the maps being drawn and redrawn around them. The places would stay there, the stones, not least the practices, the stories told there and about them, would develop as they remained the same. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCv7BPwB7scorzj1aaV5y1Z4BKwv9Ui3GwcbUflt7cEYJn8EP7YyD3flu-18nnGbi7Ru_0CKelhUXYK1VcW2_xLzFCToCsQb3e20N0RmI_Q786-l8LHRZH_Tf5Vy3GE0X1X7Z37EIMm-z/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCv7BPwB7scorzj1aaV5y1Z4BKwv9Ui3GwcbUflt7cEYJn8EP7YyD3flu-18nnGbi7Ru_0CKelhUXYK1VcW2_xLzFCToCsQb3e20N0RmI_Q786-l8LHRZH_Tf5Vy3GE0X1X7Z37EIMm-z/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519402389203068898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJVtUICLeCmmjVhAJzDp6vXp3U3UCvNHy3BXidEuZnIM9Efw86vSxMOaf5QSKZhATPm2mZpa88o51jsZc0ev0jszwumAp6u9Royzmj6KhFLYGrMgJHE_khPxUYqXyS5MR_o1QR0vy0b3E/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJVtUICLeCmmjVhAJzDp6vXp3U3UCvNHy3BXidEuZnIM9Efw86vSxMOaf5QSKZhATPm2mZpa88o51jsZc0ev0jszwumAp6u9Royzmj6KhFLYGrMgJHE_khPxUYqXyS5MR_o1QR0vy0b3E/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519401942333494674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZQ39CotB76mMv0UzFjlFLVbaE6ceNWajtdo5CIC_gBliBKaSEtf2qRuPKNpumoUGH668d6W9U3PKrrNLExL45hAhk1NFtwQ1C421khmEmNKQkePD2AsidaR1bu6X1vUQJLbFHbol9Y3B/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZQ39CotB76mMv0UzFjlFLVbaE6ceNWajtdo5CIC_gBliBKaSEtf2qRuPKNpumoUGH668d6W9U3PKrrNLExL45hAhk1NFtwQ1C421khmEmNKQkePD2AsidaR1bu6X1vUQJLbFHbol9Y3B/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519401283936759570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSoVpy8XuKZqNEgvucG_xLt3kMEZ8L2G3Dvs4vTNocpFZQJPTu3AX0ndy53r4e9eP7pCTAZ05HePGOnVd8oniXJftivZVd-ob0Ch6DZQ4hAqlqfRtQ4h7a4QSXWPNTP1Muv131zXWLd86n/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSoVpy8XuKZqNEgvucG_xLt3kMEZ8L2G3Dvs4vTNocpFZQJPTu3AX0ndy53r4e9eP7pCTAZ05HePGOnVd8oniXJftivZVd-ob0Ch6DZQ4hAqlqfRtQ4h7a4QSXWPNTP1Muv131zXWLd86n/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519400758573761026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The great museums and galleries of Europe perhaps invite, though each in their own way, each just like the others, the same populations, trading flip flops in one place for umbrellas in another, restless drifting sitters, to tableaux musical chairs. Viewed from what perspectives do the cities expand around them mere wings?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFh2oKYPnc-tRAXqbrWou6EHVMY7hHH5Y3eFBpGhVdF_Ql5p9isj9nfVBFa3TNzafPr_PRCF_gZoD1aaqPk_5dMknd9m7q92PHKzatCKIJcx3gZpXiQz-LhQBdS2q-iEgsuoWaMIggUPA/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFh2oKYPnc-tRAXqbrWou6EHVMY7hHH5Y3eFBpGhVdF_Ql5p9isj9nfVBFa3TNzafPr_PRCF_gZoD1aaqPk_5dMknd9m7q92PHKzatCKIJcx3gZpXiQz-LhQBdS2q-iEgsuoWaMIggUPA/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519400086690600546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDyKTPjvfqph9ciSWWjJaIVBsPQIrptWSbBznwHhhKIJrVlyJKS2-LdqQ4b2dMGoqadIPca_X817zOuhmHIaFmNTx_R_7aRz6qzUujp4UV3BSG4uLlkCxulgnCK0CX4zxNp3VhPdHcwi5/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDyKTPjvfqph9ciSWWjJaIVBsPQIrptWSbBznwHhhKIJrVlyJKS2-LdqQ4b2dMGoqadIPca_X817zOuhmHIaFmNTx_R_7aRz6qzUujp4UV3BSG4uLlkCxulgnCK0CX4zxNp3VhPdHcwi5/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519399578211851778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2G6MXo0wI6m8eilFZ4ZUVj2jONzdnfh5S7AZpqazV8DOcbDFEImPqnacctJNmk4_AN9kxpxC2MpSgxBrgTZIzuPirAuCYwIljOmcJLVF6k0KuA-7wri0Tt5VcirRKqVZMP6H8HYTlvJV2/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2G6MXo0wI6m8eilFZ4ZUVj2jONzdnfh5S7AZpqazV8DOcbDFEImPqnacctJNmk4_AN9kxpxC2MpSgxBrgTZIzuPirAuCYwIljOmcJLVF6k0KuA-7wri0Tt5VcirRKqVZMP6H8HYTlvJV2/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519397323166622690" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvAfKcrPHyGoOwY9MKp7vqlKpPbAPeIiIVHxHeI1j0oNy5Tn3sJuKbBcLHchlLUugBqmKmOxIdXC7jN3-dNotaXj6LZgrjkAqvBhGTIddQsTxtj9EA3TCszO2NFhA-aSJFcc8TSnX0pc_/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvAfKcrPHyGoOwY9MKp7vqlKpPbAPeIiIVHxHeI1j0oNy5Tn3sJuKbBcLHchlLUugBqmKmOxIdXC7jN3-dNotaXj6LZgrjkAqvBhGTIddQsTxtj9EA3TCszO2NFhA-aSJFcc8TSnX0pc_/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519396018358833346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsF7shVF1sqIDel5eXr0Y6vTrbiF97SbhT1fJU9KHcMaJJoS7UZpR0LRb0L3cPzG1azVhVpe7pB5fImPRxwK9MiJMvvbaGPNNPKDJFUaHZ1-_PNzPmbsZAoKRWRnRoj9_wPZqDPTPfdpMj/s1600/IMG_9741_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsF7shVF1sqIDel5eXr0Y6vTrbiF97SbhT1fJU9KHcMaJJoS7UZpR0LRb0L3cPzG1azVhVpe7pB5fImPRxwK9MiJMvvbaGPNNPKDJFUaHZ1-_PNzPmbsZAoKRWRnRoj9_wPZqDPTPfdpMj/s400/IMG_9741_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519395558619037458" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-27131799350600628432010-09-02T11:34:00.000-07:002010-09-07T13:31:55.226-07:00<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The Putney Debates, with Sally@StMary's</span> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by The London Archaeologist</span></span></i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yrfCe6IMi4WGJnwPRRWUFtQjnlVcKu1n5p5N9c2cg8YTYrrwgUMeb1KkX8qwLGid6kkeaBks3IwWFf0lZjtPU2aSjCILuLHHUNAwOuocg3hzQd_0fq8D1L1H2il6PS9UnKq_YWj_q2M/s1600/IMG_8570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yrfCe6IMi4WGJnwPRRWUFtQjnlVcKu1n5p5N9c2cg8YTYrrwgUMeb1KkX8qwLGid6kkeaBks3IwWFf0lZjtPU2aSjCILuLHHUNAwOuocg3hzQd_0fq8D1L1H2il6PS9UnKq_YWj_q2M/s400/IMG_8570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512405267117330898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vuBGGZeqDsEp1xjlhvKa7ekNQpyiCGfnrmiveZ-EV6xN7P1T9laveQoS0f9bgZH5N03ASuEeOkKUySMZWSD138pkOu2-CrfgoXO3eoYlEqNeSTdLvdUDDgUvARMhZjkDkZfXxb4E3FY/s1600/IMG_9426.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vuBGGZeqDsEp1xjlhvKa7ekNQpyiCGfnrmiveZ-EV6xN7P1T9laveQoS0f9bgZH5N03ASuEeOkKUySMZWSD138pkOu2-CrfgoXO3eoYlEqNeSTdLvdUDDgUvARMhZjkDkZfXxb4E3FY/s400/IMG_9426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512404931159453378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6aJHxUS6cGZrNeYbNV-p6XWyG9MdeZ0QuWaHaAdb5Q2VKjVJR-D-7tOdXvxQZfKYS_ZQLWyYpE88p1xpxMJFIUZ7w6e1HIdWXzpAIQq3MFQjC7thERBtVoRPNoYTnxBZU-Srbd7JaVM/s1600/IMG_8619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6aJHxUS6cGZrNeYbNV-p6XWyG9MdeZ0QuWaHaAdb5Q2VKjVJR-D-7tOdXvxQZfKYS_ZQLWyYpE88p1xpxMJFIUZ7w6e1HIdWXzpAIQq3MFQjC7thERBtVoRPNoYTnxBZU-Srbd7JaVM/s400/IMG_8619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512404632242946370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=putney&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Putney</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> appears from across the bridge very much what it is. This illusion can only be dispelled by the closest inspection and a degree of luck. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbs4Ur5EEUVitLuRS6utwiMt1zPP5BkbCx2sfJx6vwfE6UR2cNZXqvBsUcRQ1AN8ojV22JsKQGfZNnN5r8NwJEFpAQg7EtGkXpiuaDF-mId_flPWYn1zXTL2yyg7cuj_qZGnUX8OdIgI/s1600/IMG_9196_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbs4Ur5EEUVitLuRS6utwiMt1zPP5BkbCx2sfJx6vwfE6UR2cNZXqvBsUcRQ1AN8ojV22JsKQGfZNnN5r8NwJEFpAQg7EtGkXpiuaDF-mId_flPWYn1zXTL2yyg7cuj_qZGnUX8OdIgI/s400/IMG_9196_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512404080660945106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggymTrEu6MDlx3VkLGVf6wogT6f11FpIp0yzskLDsM6s1QBEk23GTc-C98_KlngJJKPeaa1bwehdCalpNspbqwgppF6Arj8Spqbp-IosQiAdugQkx-9FNda4U2uPifjlgCK4AWd0b8Ve4/s1600/IMG_8736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggymTrEu6MDlx3VkLGVf6wogT6f11FpIp0yzskLDsM6s1QBEk23GTc-C98_KlngJJKPeaa1bwehdCalpNspbqwgppF6Arj8Spqbp-IosQiAdugQkx-9FNda4U2uPifjlgCK4AWd0b8Ve4/s400/IMG_8736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512403929163881074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My own encounter, though perhaps not repeatable, may serve as example. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxuhqME5bkEXifXcHycJrV5gfwUmAX-nI-GM0jLPMtizlYfQQBVQ4uuo6wfBtU2wYBIdZL8Ju4s4pJM-Rr9InGt4qD0AHkPFDOvCApmTt0lmmYEuw47Tk9pHV4rLwN7Rz4diz71uVdis/s1600/IMG_8601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxuhqME5bkEXifXcHycJrV5gfwUmAX-nI-GM0jLPMtizlYfQQBVQ4uuo6wfBtU2wYBIdZL8Ju4s4pJM-Rr9InGt4qD0AHkPFDOvCApmTt0lmmYEuw47Tk9pHV4rLwN7Rz4diz71uVdis/s400/IMG_8601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512403361576113858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFZrWNQEs8uLAUx2K0TI0mYP13Reih7wIicP4NDQ7-2CXT8qid8LWr6x6h4LIEhYO4PlrKKkg2IdbJmCbwe5hhXJcnEiJtPSBT_qSf5PTprUH_UQb6tjkdadtktO4zuFoEZLXE7YqdS0/s1600/IMG_9033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFZrWNQEs8uLAUx2K0TI0mYP13Reih7wIicP4NDQ7-2CXT8qid8LWr6x6h4LIEhYO4PlrKKkg2IdbJmCbwe5hhXJcnEiJtPSBT_qSf5PTprUH_UQb6tjkdadtktO4zuFoEZLXE7YqdS0/s400/IMG_9033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512402850919714274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It's clear from even across the river that this is a village encased in the city, the swelling city as yet unable to smother the village life out of it as long as </span></span><a href="http://www.parishofputney.co.uk/stmarys/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the church</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, increasingly small in its little yard, continues serving tea, maintains the final barrier against the rising tide of chains, holds in barrista Sally that trump card, over Starbucks' biometric product personalisation or Carluccio's sheer nationality, beyond any froth or twist, which is faith.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u6ST8McjaJHBYeIU_LbxiR2Qwv7npde7YJzJbHOOEACmJNXXTl5ZtXtzKl69a2pHvptZSQReWmeAnooDAs99fMHR9H2nr4FUB-2vqI4bnY1aJBM8ZBYYtyMOk8g1vlPB9YZG7glmio0/s1600/IMG_8738.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYnxii4Q2tQE9QP-qrF5akOhCPbAohF71uBg3gyHyCZp89uaBhE0B_pkT5ksXSOXeAnwdL75RrzM_bNDWqOhqBkom6P1MX8bA4Ui-Bc69pKGZJEG2w4PVqVr34jOnDDRgLlggo-4P-P0/s400/IMG_9454_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512401602757442946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As a parish, Putney is devoted to the river sports of a type unseen east of Wandsworth, aligning itself less with what might to the more central Londoner seem Thames proper than the upstream back-formed Isis or indeed the Cam, the soul of the place dependent on the hardy rowing of the crews to maintain sufficient westward pace never to hit land on a genuine London shore.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhobDxYo_3ajHU_ELUG35iNwPPCUuhXTWL61M944UMAeFQ0ZqfH1Rz-DqNrMdjNw07r5xuWrHbUVAGVlD59YcaVoYTtSEAQYauXrWl_eDzBAbaV3_DXWQR-Cn41l0MBd4HQu2I-Cs1_o/s1600/IMG_8644.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaujawIsuWM5YZ07CGzgKeSw22E2Onk8CqUomxtS9LitgyI_1EA4C4y-MvDSYRXzgqAWqLOjyVSDbzP5kKZTQWq4K4sBlvfWYalm2y1GCy2iPRVtwu6vnTthAMyGQTw0GBeWc6a0WkSM/s400/IMG_9202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512400151703182626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My latest visit was my first solely intended to gather information for the blog.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_9Y-DNOG6UOsBnH3Ubpebm5XzM8tPvVnAqC_eIUUDChr77UAaxc5dnEMrRajwK8kuDlSYK5bY1AcvM3hXBWOFtwEL9XowuAt1fr_ed265R0S4IKmrmNse0HUAt_CqJ6NBVj2zxBjNKM/s1600/IMG_8916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_9Y-DNOG6UOsBnH3Ubpebm5XzM8tPvVnAqC_eIUUDChr77UAaxc5dnEMrRajwK8kuDlSYK5bY1AcvM3hXBWOFtwEL9XowuAt1fr_ed265R0S4IKmrmNse0HUAt_CqJ6NBVj2zxBjNKM/s400/IMG_8916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399430664827186" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6i1V1WDFN-khf8gUkRdKrcDIDgpKIGniQfxEwDQAQMoQthDFbtmf_yeSjvAJXdo7bBJHGlO1NXiTvhQQe6aP9acP2tHBaLTWCRS1BdInm04LJs6svSRZe6eeIWwQ6IcJZfsnbIL7OJo/s1600/IMG_9197_2_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6i1V1WDFN-khf8gUkRdKrcDIDgpKIGniQfxEwDQAQMoQthDFbtmf_yeSjvAJXdo7bBJHGlO1NXiTvhQQe6aP9acP2tHBaLTWCRS1BdInm04LJs6svSRZe6eeIWwQ6IcJZfsnbIL7OJo/s400/IMG_9197_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399029778205362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The only way you can know London is by exploring. To investigate, seek to ascertain or find out, search for, search out, to look into closely, pry into, scrutinize, examine by touch, to probe (a wound), to conduct operations in search </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">for</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, hence explored. To explore has as many definitions as you might expect, from the talented crew of the OED, and, as usual, enough to make you hesitate: if each individual word in their volumes depends on so many others, are any to be trusted alone? Has nobody thought to seek out words sufficient to themselves? Not even proper nouns?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-H08wNZX9rq7j8vkqP7opI8iknsYa5Y5u3I5YqqnD_RL-QlcmBfJ8ekMmKuH86GAj8GYur0AJxL38xtVxFHqYAsDFr0dY0Ug7S27pv77ETZzh2dLghyxQL9R18SBrCKZoX_eE554vEw/s1600/IMG_9420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-H08wNZX9rq7j8vkqP7opI8iknsYa5Y5u3I5YqqnD_RL-QlcmBfJ8ekMmKuH86GAj8GYur0AJxL38xtVxFHqYAsDFr0dY0Ug7S27pv77ETZzh2dLghyxQL9R18SBrCKZoX_eE554vEw/s400/IMG_9420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512398352761338354" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQWlshrIicjgAbzuf_L_KUs-ybobVLZHo-UojFS-nU6-vnMqMJGBVDW0COfN81Txy1Bz7CjVGf2sLm155QdiSOWGCQRsKcBv4XqpqdAj1OYWT6Cp-N-vPp7Z1qttjUiWKtBMtrE4hZfw/s1600/IMG_8802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQWlshrIicjgAbzuf_L_KUs-ybobVLZHo-UojFS-nU6-vnMqMJGBVDW0COfN81Txy1Bz7CjVGf2sLm155QdiSOWGCQRsKcBv4XqpqdAj1OYWT6Cp-N-vPp7Z1qttjUiWKtBMtrE4hZfw/s400/IMG_8802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512398002048464754" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKJDbN0WsZJOAjMXmmcOvdw_X2-vOfeOcsTNGyOiHKv-X7pQ58b3N10mUYDFi6yz2bmUye709rD4MkPoSwHXrMfpiRPVimqDseKUpir64yhryacBeDaxD6-I1v3eQ5dnJyGMbVCOn3j8/s1600/IMG_8956.JPG"></a></span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKJDbN0WsZJOAjMXmmcOvdw_X2-vOfeOcsTNGyOiHKv-X7pQ58b3N10mUYDFi6yz2bmUye709rD4MkPoSwHXrMfpiRPVimqDseKUpir64yhryacBeDaxD6-I1v3eQ5dnJyGMbVCOn3j8/s1600/IMG_8956.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKJDbN0WsZJOAjMXmmcOvdw_X2-vOfeOcsTNGyOiHKv-X7pQ58b3N10mUYDFi6yz2bmUye709rD4MkPoSwHXrMfpiRPVimqDseKUpir64yhryacBeDaxD6-I1v3eQ5dnJyGMbVCOn3j8/s400/IMG_8956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512397565489095010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And so it is with London. To explore in use is open, requires no foreclosed knowledge, a certain blindness, touch. Where what is to be explored appears familiar, this appearance first, before exploration can begin, must be dispelled, and with the appearance the reality, the illusion of familiarity itself, must be foregone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_OLUmGwPjAGP9GG65Q_0jIPV_QhdQ4kls9sKcM0qZdD1ZJMej4cb9VEErB7WUMEiv6oc2kyv59zq2BiRhBmVvm0N3qT3DJ176VV_VmtU7LqAVpVNwCDZX3p9fFSSVHOfnULXlTG8S64/s1600/IMG_8958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_OLUmGwPjAGP9GG65Q_0jIPV_QhdQ4kls9sKcM0qZdD1ZJMej4cb9VEErB7WUMEiv6oc2kyv59zq2BiRhBmVvm0N3qT3DJ176VV_VmtU7LqAVpVNwCDZX3p9fFSSVHOfnULXlTG8S64/s400/IMG_8958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396656945931202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YmCEVdd06OjITw6oIIoFfXNrnUGFbvmdJwComh1inVjqYXCTbLVAnG3DC8TjP7hxyrirDj5ymF8WlTiAi32RPL4q9PvIbpPb_aBMu4VaoQHqinSGhgEB0Ykj1oPU5PF_v3711GlvqdQ/s1600/IMG_9124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YmCEVdd06OjITw6oIIoFfXNrnUGFbvmdJwComh1inVjqYXCTbLVAnG3DC8TjP7hxyrirDj5ymF8WlTiAi32RPL4q9PvIbpPb_aBMu4VaoQHqinSGhgEB0Ykj1oPU5PF_v3711GlvqdQ/s400/IMG_9124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396279410813746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Putney, then, is not a parish ensconced in a city, the church not a parish church. This would be where investigation could begin and end, prejudice perhaps dispelled, perhaps in the church itself. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmi49Ml6faHXCrQGhRvoH64kflvHqWq60EwLIKCkZKKWvxERcvfEKIywP2b3oPZd4y3FNraWJlnc9TpPFn_2x9LyIbmF19cNhkMufOoc_uwf2rJLKDyelNatMnE9fPlUMT1n284Hp28h0/s1600/IMG_8825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmi49Ml6faHXCrQGhRvoH64kflvHqWq60EwLIKCkZKKWvxERcvfEKIywP2b3oPZd4y3FNraWJlnc9TpPFn_2x9LyIbmF19cNhkMufOoc_uwf2rJLKDyelNatMnE9fPlUMT1n284Hp28h0/s400/IMG_8825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512395744012613442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBbcd8TlilKfxfDsmta0iFuvHGDHh3__iI05Aj08VUTkbLf0bsCmst91G0jHdaXaEfHjqChxncxPqvd_-egB7h1fHx0Zie7g1ReKxW1P-FFmvDl5E7z8T23gVelYVmoJSy9Lkq9lrwokg/s1600/IMG_8986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBbcd8TlilKfxfDsmta0iFuvHGDHh3__iI05Aj08VUTkbLf0bsCmst91G0jHdaXaEfHjqChxncxPqvd_-egB7h1fHx0Zie7g1ReKxW1P-FFmvDl5E7z8T23gVelYVmoJSy9Lkq9lrwokg/s400/IMG_8986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512395364736467506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It is in large part thanks to the </span></span><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2007/oct/26/humanrights.past"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Guardian</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> that, tucked in the heart of the church, the size of a passport photo booth, is a wonderful little museum in itself, where, alongside a (very) potted history, videoed politicos, historians, the parish vicar, and local students discuss the meaning, for the present, of the Putney debates.</span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFY8ZatFtQvFz_MYOrcs1wVAeb3SH0phU_gSYSsrcHY9ytMXLZO2pqo12nlRaCLOCXmj9be2-NkCaKC1MkCRFvmWvEkGUD2jMMK9GSsskO0fQ6qZpuNrAmtSEny2bwOzuLyYwgjjFl0g/s1600/IMG_9013.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFY8ZatFtQvFz_MYOrcs1wVAeb3SH0phU_gSYSsrcHY9ytMXLZO2pqo12nlRaCLOCXmj9be2-NkCaKC1MkCRFvmWvEkGUD2jMMK9GSsskO0fQ6qZpuNrAmtSEny2bwOzuLyYwgjjFl0g/s400/IMG_9013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512394648255981794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNXrRBD50WbcYEmcSC8eOPRVzmNyQeyaSFHBAA_Kdw8zdNYcSnjzG5UcPs2gN7IBsk8gQSL-qHts8Q68vvTtHfTMY0rxYUonJw0Wn-hRGOh5XytQmtYMoI_IqXYXL01FkRcFxixy0eRk/s1600/IMG_9205.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNXrRBD50WbcYEmcSC8eOPRVzmNyQeyaSFHBAA_Kdw8zdNYcSnjzG5UcPs2gN7IBsk8gQSL-qHts8Q68vvTtHfTMY0rxYUonJw0Wn-hRGOh5XytQmtYMoI_IqXYXL01FkRcFxixy0eRk/s400/IMG_9205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512394152158238658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">At Putney, we know, one of the peaks in that peak moment that was the English Revolution occurred, the notion floored that political representation should be detached from property, at the time expressed most powerfully simply in land. In part as a result of world exploration, the rise of the new empires, in tune with increasing migration, the growing cities, but in tune also, as Tony Benn points out in his televised contribution to the display, with the still more radical notions floated elsewhere by the </span></span><a href="http://www.bilderberg.org/land/diggers.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Diggers</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, that all private stake in the common property which is the earth is unacceptable domination, Putney briefly put itself at the centre of a rethinking of the meaning of land itself, its relation to representation, commonality, justice and truth.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKrZJ-8JodyhkJzgqC1nltRa6EsgX553tVRkFWRLe1PD_jUOeFPF5Tdm5J9LUlOjE_F23D0u6bVq2lXGrY-b2FzclNqkHQO_cMy_LQz_6WCx1LpU1TuySsAV-Ckld6gqCsM23SX0Icyc/s1600/IMG_9245.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKrZJ-8JodyhkJzgqC1nltRa6EsgX553tVRkFWRLe1PD_jUOeFPF5Tdm5J9LUlOjE_F23D0u6bVq2lXGrY-b2FzclNqkHQO_cMy_LQz_6WCx1LpU1TuySsAV-Ckld6gqCsM23SX0Icyc/s400/IMG_9245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512393613158452194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfFKT36OjO6WZT3wOKw1JL5D6SoqKrOkPEkYw4REH37f58rwGm4s53SDpopqfls5eO1lconeBgB1_1hvXK3NH4QaqwrTSTh9xkedgKJvOFjRd6XugAS477M-NoJJMoJjiFOal-Sqawa4/s1600/IMG_9255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfFKT36OjO6WZT3wOKw1JL5D6SoqKrOkPEkYw4REH37f58rwGm4s53SDpopqfls5eO1lconeBgB1_1hvXK3NH4QaqwrTSTh9xkedgKJvOFjRd6XugAS477M-NoJJMoJjiFOal-Sqawa4/s400/IMG_9255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512393370228141714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The overall display is everything you might expect from its host, the Anglican church: space for most of the less radical positions, and even some of the more is found, politely contained in a central message only gradually put, that, in the opinion of the vicar, the men, if somewhat fanatical, were clearly Christian, ergo, the whole thing really came down to religion. Even at Putney, however, of course, the church being on the retreat from the high street, from encroaching chains trying to crowd the café and the church attached into the river with good riddance, what appears to have been the key funding had to come from the Lottery fund, the nation's money tossed into the hat of chance, and, despite the guiding hand of the minister, the visitor's basically free to decide. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQQ8iX6xFFY7COIotHlCtTHNy5rLhLRrNi-u4V9qy2LWwY4_S4ZM-CLaqsDwpBPonLCVy7nPn1Ss-hhkCZmbIKz-ZknGOzEOJLiPh7PeY1RquYo1jhK_ucDcJKGeBsc5P_Q6xSE1qIr4/s1600/IMG_8719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQQ8iX6xFFY7COIotHlCtTHNy5rLhLRrNi-u4V9qy2LWwY4_S4ZM-CLaqsDwpBPonLCVy7nPn1Ss-hhkCZmbIKz-ZknGOzEOJLiPh7PeY1RquYo1jhK_ucDcJKGeBsc5P_Q6xSE1qIr4/s400/IMG_8719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512392618262852658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOrHhtBZeVYlSCaEPqg71eM853yg7gQ5I9fH7zMFIDOA7k8Fn8nfP6OidICqUBIqQeSUGn2dEJxzSEWDPE_eSxjgT0O0zgOiI-3-qbiRHqPQPgWVrsyOa4YdiATj8L2qGFHDGLC0dNCo/s1600/IMG_9414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOrHhtBZeVYlSCaEPqg71eM853yg7gQ5I9fH7zMFIDOA7k8Fn8nfP6OidICqUBIqQeSUGn2dEJxzSEWDPE_eSxjgT0O0zgOiI-3-qbiRHqPQPgWVrsyOa4YdiATj8L2qGFHDGLC0dNCo/s400/IMG_9414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512392120188461682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUimhY5j__jipbjJeG-Y-cxDw0lyzc54OUkNT2P8nVkdIVvx6k6SguUSIPUh5G7DG9iVJTdD1XzoKvRuga3NXMJft7-dRCS20Wftnn6QxzeL8Y56lk8LfJF3l68JBdQEdPMqGVwg-rCY/s1600/IMG_9429.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUimhY5j__jipbjJeG-Y-cxDw0lyzc54OUkNT2P8nVkdIVvx6k6SguUSIPUh5G7DG9iVJTdD1XzoKvRuga3NXMJft7-dRCS20Wftnn6QxzeL8Y56lk8LfJF3l68JBdQEdPMqGVwg-rCY/s400/IMG_9429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512391830648524674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As the defensive position of the church on the banks seems, though it can't, to imply, the titular Putney in Rainsborough's time was a village, the city only after grown around it. The revolutionary meaning of the word long since having drifted away from the place, the Guardian, Lady Antonia Fraser, the lottery, Benn, the local vicar have sought to bring it back, to return the debates to Putney, where they can be contemplated over a cup of Sally's tea.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgn3up6iXjCPak8h9khw5JTQCdWKPmbw97Cy-rug0oG0CmnG0fGFMhIB6pp1Ih4Mwtz5WZEe71Xz7k_zZJKCj0u93ewiLoEkSKGT07zHDaysETGZikz4Q0MSdPN2SQ7UKVVAJzSNoROlM/s1600/IMG_8634.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgn3up6iXjCPak8h9khw5JTQCdWKPmbw97Cy-rug0oG0CmnG0fGFMhIB6pp1Ih4Mwtz5WZEe71Xz7k_zZJKCj0u93ewiLoEkSKGT07zHDaysETGZikz4Q0MSdPN2SQ7UKVVAJzSNoROlM/s400/IMG_8634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512391307838474002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1tg55xOJCDolUlRPQrSvOn_KmzJtcMK1kP_i15lu4HGzjz6VH15SKKDMiK1fnMbBl5HEj7n5Kb2Rme9wKGq9izoSbNsa12wOoS6xrnrdbLpC7SEoX-dZgKvHy7ZV_38v_99dkWs5no8/s1600/IMG_9322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1tg55xOJCDolUlRPQrSvOn_KmzJtcMK1kP_i15lu4HGzjz6VH15SKKDMiK1fnMbBl5HEj7n5Kb2Rme9wKGq9izoSbNsa12wOoS6xrnrdbLpC7SEoX-dZgKvHy7ZV_38v_99dkWs5no8/s400/IMG_9322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512390832841290738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrQ3v0EcT0SXKzpuKIpGJhQLt0n6lfOJBMJMg1emKtjgm8M3uuz_Je2Y9KT67wZoGp91kYZIrg6ukmqJi5G6mXUEiFvTidwsi48n2gtu65a3AnsDo4AOmLL2jA6ToyWC1M6AuhBMz7d8/s1600/IMG_9468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrQ3v0EcT0SXKzpuKIpGJhQLt0n6lfOJBMJMg1emKtjgm8M3uuz_Je2Y9KT67wZoGp91kYZIrg6ukmqJi5G6mXUEiFvTidwsi48n2gtu65a3AnsDo4AOmLL2jA6ToyWC1M6AuhBMz7d8/s400/IMG_9468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512389459245773410" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of course, I myself reflected, as I tossed a tip into a discreet little bowl at the till, that little Putney should have been, centuries ago, briefly at the centre of ideas beyond history even to the present to apply shouldn't surprise me as it must, with the differences in the land from place to place being themselves so different from what they might be. But until such a time as it doesn't, the little church with its gentle dogma must perhaps remain the basis of exploration. </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjDay3hQuKcxMzAf_hZ1ngYtDd-G1s63aEHxUju4ncvdLCzEe_uPEZLYguy9-8qgL7xagcqYPibf2nFFNJ4KtmAbsnK44AnN8GC6s61d0_BnjQ58PN8u38UeS4SN7cTVaj3BzTOOA7t4/s1600/IMG_9167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjDay3hQuKcxMzAf_hZ1ngYtDd-G1s63aEHxUju4ncvdLCzEe_uPEZLYguy9-8qgL7xagcqYPibf2nFFNJ4KtmAbsnK44AnN8GC6s61d0_BnjQ58PN8u38UeS4SN7cTVaj3BzTOOA7t4/s400/IMG_9167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512388872448714290" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQNSEnOJoTnFRnKNZrcyJ9byv4haJgFyTIqb_ou0LjG0jRKTXG5W8v_UdDsmlEuS1miTpG91SYQ1_RrMCCt7_YyAuq1onJr27PNi7dFP538SuOvutqg5afo2GZHryFztKu-Eon4veIjc/s1600/IMG_8765.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc6IBudS-7BBq0o898NdtCw8UKP0PrTtQ3yYxvp-WIzHijotTdf5Hi1ncmtol6V-0mMsc0XO9xf7UoyaB0DSTymjhd44idkQxCmPqzhxle_gyNNcHDtaxobVs0aVk6NKxUN20QH4c-Bs/s400/IMG_9373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512388036513492514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-54958648316624729332010-08-14T07:22:00.000-07:002011-02-07T12:32:50.873-08:00<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A Pause at the Elephant and Castle</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by the Landless Landlord</span></i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmiCoEDCqmdq0MpRnVAYVYiMt82sSGWOZENUpvQrOf-wzTnAT6_eaPUdvdswKWz8gmPnggNJJkajyFXLIxlr0MeFCj5dgQELPdHLyr9i00YOdlB5LZWV5-P1T815L4XxPa-wMiHZskXE/s1600/IMG_7590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmiCoEDCqmdq0MpRnVAYVYiMt82sSGWOZENUpvQrOf-wzTnAT6_eaPUdvdswKWz8gmPnggNJJkajyFXLIxlr0MeFCj5dgQELPdHLyr9i00YOdlB5LZWV5-P1T815L4XxPa-wMiHZskXE/s400/IMG_7590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505299597734889442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT6j3GciT2aRIYGSFF8Zyq3D72hUtpPEVNPSzeatTQF-gAqc8fat1DipdS0je1uVK6NTnMkjd7a7BFs72G1jhqaGYd4rZ0UBDc5a7DkpRFaZ2IyNKij4IjCKFLp7VkN2FnYqqGd_whOI/s1600/IMG_7629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT6j3GciT2aRIYGSFF8Zyq3D72hUtpPEVNPSzeatTQF-gAqc8fat1DipdS0je1uVK6NTnMkjd7a7BFs72G1jhqaGYd4rZ0UBDc5a7DkpRFaZ2IyNKij4IjCKFLp7VkN2FnYqqGd_whOI/s400/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505299186371637634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtgUiuFfrwWKnoTSWkn6JWZgf84ycIQ09LJCHnwYIHcX1NEq9poHb5l7U_yHnaO7fzQLGRshm6goHhzORalwRqPM99F0o5MTGjPpof8LUSiMfaKyvYGs9Zi8NPx9Uu10CEWmFGgK0C8k/s1600/IMG_7687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtgUiuFfrwWKnoTSWkn6JWZgf84ycIQ09LJCHnwYIHcX1NEq9poHb5l7U_yHnaO7fzQLGRshm6goHhzORalwRqPM99F0o5MTGjPpof8LUSiMfaKyvYGs9Zi8NPx9Uu10CEWmFGgK0C8k/s400/IMG_7687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505298504129209138" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In the holiday season, even the under-employed have at least the right, if not the means, to some involvement. My own means, and those of my blogging peers, were to be a van I had the use of for a job. The idea was, I'd be off to Sussex to pick up some barrels for London, but pay would consist of the loan of the van for the weekend plus knock-down board at the brewery tap. The Archaeologist reckoned this would be the ideal time for all of us to get a day out of town. Team building, need for an away day to get the city in perspective. The only way you can </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">approach</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> a subject, he enthused, by definition from </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">outside</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1EJZjGNkFtL2RhL2AQPklwSc4aLns9foSxY2aYYedMVCa90VdpOCPzC5TR3Q3dxk620qlZ2Q95JxYofSQb9zHdJQ7r0EFTzjCiCH3bJsaoMZTZY3cWuqT6H_CQKvy0YbqtNNL1a535c/s1600/IMG_7813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1EJZjGNkFtL2RhL2AQPklwSc4aLns9foSxY2aYYedMVCa90VdpOCPzC5TR3Q3dxk620qlZ2Q95JxYofSQb9zHdJQ7r0EFTzjCiCH3bJsaoMZTZY3cWuqT6H_CQKvy0YbqtNNL1a535c/s400/IMG_7813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505298063017987874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The idea was fine, reconnecting with proud traditions: the only way out of the smoke having for many a citizen been hop-picking, the object of our tour would be a nod to their work.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyPU6NS1IMdF8Wf-2o-zp1LozbJJSMnH1trga_QSAjaNAsK7RMG67TPBIFA3I-tOHxG3_FjjjI4hFOqcsAEmIgRranERHkmJ2oC5a8-HM-Slaa26TJxug-dQMFcwwutWbLWS19x6AbUg/s1600/IMG_8394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyPU6NS1IMdF8Wf-2o-zp1LozbJJSMnH1trga_QSAjaNAsK7RMG67TPBIFA3I-tOHxG3_FjjjI4hFOqcsAEmIgRranERHkmJ2oC5a8-HM-Slaa26TJxug-dQMFcwwutWbLWS19x6AbUg/s400/IMG_8394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505295648699985330" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">None of us had done such a Saturday morning journey in some while, so none of us was aware of just how many did, London choking under the effort to get away, one road after another strangled to standstill. The three of us, not as used to the South side of the river as we seemed to think, trying to avoid its endlessly clogged arteries, slowly wound the van into a state of desperate exasperation until, lost in some back street, steam billowing from the bonnet, it gave up.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjzlCtVdnCvNr0_ITzKXvJXeraBKPJvxxfItC21xX8HU_3rT5XfebkOgb83VdQmPp7qZ8-rx3h4g2TbWL9hUWqpIyBFxPWtrTZyntz51Exz9KS0vTjuMb7fVPSMpOHrMM5vue34bgv5k/s1600/IMG_7806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjzlCtVdnCvNr0_ITzKXvJXeraBKPJvxxfItC21xX8HU_3rT5XfebkOgb83VdQmPp7qZ8-rx3h4g2TbWL9hUWqpIyBFxPWtrTZyntz51Exz9KS0vTjuMb7fVPSMpOHrMM5vue34bgv5k/s400/IMG_7806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505295197731889394" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiuxVPamMSmaaBWEoeBWUJlvg91OBJLpsYO69I0AaCAS1EBIf-eMnOlKWFRN0Px2uJ88bPAUdTTpwdRZwC36GZuZrT_ggftYYhuuQpNr4S8Za8iJXyibjYqEDNuh7v4A2k1yVwAbFync/s1600/IMG_7683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiuxVPamMSmaaBWEoeBWUJlvg91OBJLpsYO69I0AaCAS1EBIf-eMnOlKWFRN0Px2uJ88bPAUdTTpwdRZwC36GZuZrT_ggftYYhuuQpNr4S8Za8iJXyibjYqEDNuh7v4A2k1yVwAbFync/s400/IMG_7683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505294699757835842" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=elehant%20and%20castle&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl">Elephant</a>, apparently, where I was to spend the day. There was no point in the others waiting. They'd make their way to Victoria for the train, I'd wait out the repairs and hope to join them by nightfall. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSh-yBmC3zJjeS1UvG9TrlRAl6TN6a0YbS0qQlIiOQ_OIC8Pq4tgSlDW8pzp9vhF6M6BgyHjrDTiA8889h-n96WnH5fzffHMSOtPLqvT7JdeO0rAoeOy03aeMKfJ3KZh4OSJtAar9laLM/s1600/IMG_7650.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSh-yBmC3zJjeS1UvG9TrlRAl6TN6a0YbS0qQlIiOQ_OIC8Pq4tgSlDW8pzp9vhF6M6BgyHjrDTiA8889h-n96WnH5fzffHMSOtPLqvT7JdeO0rAoeOy03aeMKfJ3KZh4OSJtAar9laLM/s400/IMG_7650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505294103540564594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnoDXM85xfN4OYi5_mAWT9vT_ciLYq5UWlRFLoVHIlAHaCOHum1hmUmgmZo8JrZnevqmlz_uC-Td-tkz-VDFgl7h04AEHlDj3D1lCXVtGYTklnoaBdQwgVbh2sANrb-g9__46TFvbPZs/s1600/IMG_8171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnoDXM85xfN4OYi5_mAWT9vT_ciLYq5UWlRFLoVHIlAHaCOHum1hmUmgmZo8JrZnevqmlz_uC-Td-tkz-VDFgl7h04AEHlDj3D1lCXVtGYTklnoaBdQwgVbh2sANrb-g9__46TFvbPZs/s400/IMG_8171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505293600418045010" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My stay, I hoped, would not be fruitless, anyway, in its way, the Elephant and Castle a site, thanks to the pub it originally referred to, in need of research.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9525sMWPA7QvjZz92QJ3CtktQ8gDg3g53QPIA5dEWi-nTf8DOBl-SzHd1RtHK6U2DpIL-l0scyfe6SSkAZR-bC_3FqDjhBud1-Q3n72RFvHlk9ip5AfaP3v_A6x7LKzKvyvruAVnyPLA/s1600/IMG_8073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9525sMWPA7QvjZz92QJ3CtktQ8gDg3g53QPIA5dEWi-nTf8DOBl-SzHd1RtHK6U2DpIL-l0scyfe6SSkAZR-bC_3FqDjhBud1-Q3n72RFvHlk9ip5AfaP3v_A6x7LKzKvyvruAVnyPLA/s400/IMG_8073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505292931000461154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoZxRlzSnJ_fs7TdOfzEBeNutJMflEX321ymqMpjbOsnDYZVsTO-7R2HwAHIYAd2ujwfemZOg4iMIGYBkwyFTWNfp-PJkDczyz6Ig6ItkESuNK5MEIGXa6vDtKOlM62ygE969_jNyIjE/s1600/IMG_7831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoZxRlzSnJ_fs7TdOfzEBeNutJMflEX321ymqMpjbOsnDYZVsTO-7R2HwAHIYAd2ujwfemZOg4iMIGYBkwyFTWNfp-PJkDczyz6Ig6ItkESuNK5MEIGXa6vDtKOlM62ygE969_jNyIjE/s400/IMG_7831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505292444680726194" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's the basic human need for rest the pub responds to, institutionalises, names - rest and recreation.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqHG1dUleBZ35YusebdNFkygQ_eQ3qlC7q-b4BAvwzOppJxoRQvGndtWCrZqJ1utKXzNvMCpLXncchVYbGABrDzHgpEdEOyoKuVC_1VyrX-Nt90CvW8uCq_HA6tXSZ2BfFZPbWjnTADg/s1600/IMG_8154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqHG1dUleBZ35YusebdNFkygQ_eQ3qlC7q-b4BAvwzOppJxoRQvGndtWCrZqJ1utKXzNvMCpLXncchVYbGABrDzHgpEdEOyoKuVC_1VyrX-Nt90CvW8uCq_HA6tXSZ2BfFZPbWjnTADg/s400/IMG_8154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505292031078766034" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And since these names are at the heart of the question that may lie behind the whole point of this blog, they need reflection here.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ssLAyTUEP7Gc8FDUzzb3oJbIpfM9YUEf9cMMcMamCQttOghOWHXIrM1PWQPZEQ0DLCcem2u5R_sgcmQ-1WNv9UI7T2fLSmTQxWSVTbpRYhVWWU8vyEIyzWYIgfaqfEiUMm2d3ymJ91M/s1600/IMG_7701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ssLAyTUEP7Gc8FDUzzb3oJbIpfM9YUEf9cMMcMamCQttOghOWHXIrM1PWQPZEQ0DLCcem2u5R_sgcmQ-1WNv9UI7T2fLSmTQxWSVTbpRYhVWWU8vyEIyzWYIgfaqfEiUMm2d3ymJ91M/s400/IMG_7701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505291432084666178" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Because it may be that I, the Windowless and the Archaeologist are simply asking: What </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">is</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> a city - in reference this one in particular, because, for its inhabitants, endless as our lives as we know them, it is what a city is.</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGOkbJRBoBZhOJ1_vRzHYHOJCKC762Mp24CzNvSNGn3QGQ6axNylX3_HK2uiZzrUJ-cjMwrLcGlP953TfWh9ShNjIr7tYOibvZx6678aQj04aNvtgQdAar7IWqQ_eiIPuIF_IguC0HN0/s1600/IMG_8333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGOkbJRBoBZhOJ1_vRzHYHOJCKC762Mp24CzNvSNGn3QGQ6axNylX3_HK2uiZzrUJ-cjMwrLcGlP953TfWh9ShNjIr7tYOibvZx6678aQj04aNvtgQdAar7IWqQ_eiIPuIF_IguC0HN0/s400/IMG_8333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505290601900776546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1on08u28K1V-yNR4B8QMwor39P0lgiY51SIuF4FSupRZtid3cGxPaNMuCy9eyFrxUhGviS12KgNJzlBW8RYy0Cp52xQYAk4XoiEESrka9ADHqnfkyZgVjANlVfiK6S2IT8evpM478dm4/s1600/IMG_8226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1on08u28K1V-yNR4B8QMwor39P0lgiY51SIuF4FSupRZtid3cGxPaNMuCy9eyFrxUhGviS12KgNJzlBW8RYy0Cp52xQYAk4XoiEESrka9ADHqnfkyZgVjANlVfiK6S2IT8evpM478dm4/s400/IMG_8226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505290039160789826" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A pause on a journey, over centuries; continuity, frozen, the fixed.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWk4ihEK5Na8C38ZfGXNkpeNhUUIOrea-a6m6kfP1nd5A6ZeCvOZuqWfLesjjag80_to0-lRynaDcEvH1XTD-mALi4GqbeP4T1m5zjhgO1XkJ2cFJuTMYQpZIHOQc1IYC9Q8Q-JfHpv4/s1600/IMG_7910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWk4ihEK5Na8C38ZfGXNkpeNhUUIOrea-a6m6kfP1nd5A6ZeCvOZuqWfLesjjag80_to0-lRynaDcEvH1XTD-mALi4GqbeP4T1m5zjhgO1XkJ2cFJuTMYQpZIHOQc1IYC9Q8Q-JfHpv4/s400/IMG_7910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505289341873288818" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuOZ5IJv5s-4LnzgxO7eM927Q1tEyfx83GdUxEZz-xAx45tlJE44cb8NFWNoA4l08wd_0xEotmEBLqw8SSA7k_kuTRzfin44FG1FtNvQIHCAw6QQ1LmCTD87chqWlIHyU4AGKbaPS4bk/s1600/IMG_7652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuOZ5IJv5s-4LnzgxO7eM927Q1tEyfx83GdUxEZz-xAx45tlJE44cb8NFWNoA4l08wd_0xEotmEBLqw8SSA7k_kuTRzfin44FG1FtNvQIHCAw6QQ1LmCTD87chqWlIHyU4AGKbaPS4bk/s400/IMG_7652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505288786810827602" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Where people die, cities endure - cities are foreign to life. Cities, the most familiar no less than the strangest - the most familiar after all the strangest - are left by that foreign race our ancestors on their journey from life to death. Whether they, like us, found or founded it, it was to them as it is to us, as life is - however familiar on the surface, to that extent deeply strange.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJd-Dq4jR0M2xNBitfijDXF72N1RUI64MS_N84yYIIO_XS-lOR6vEXzccaH16B7CxV-Kx3FtRoNDhnOaSucDH2mlBaR9A6JmjQ9zcGLNupU9oUoSbQNAd4GO9mYBEB3KRbw8-TI5Wk_w/s1600/IMG_8101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJd-Dq4jR0M2xNBitfijDXF72N1RUI64MS_N84yYIIO_XS-lOR6vEXzccaH16B7CxV-Kx3FtRoNDhnOaSucDH2mlBaR9A6JmjQ9zcGLNupU9oUoSbQNAd4GO9mYBEB3KRbw8-TI5Wk_w/s400/IMG_8101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505288115296371234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRLSxryEt7FF5DcPAA6PXZ_XU_2l-z41zv9Lu18W_U_9KLrmjoQy9kTR3SZxh3wqdyDUT9YPlwAEzSpxEpAyjDBL7XWyHx2HF3a8MzrCryj4mtGfFZSzYZcf4eT6MPc4C9A29vKfX55uo/s1600/IMG_8284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRLSxryEt7FF5DcPAA6PXZ_XU_2l-z41zv9Lu18W_U_9KLrmjoQy9kTR3SZxh3wqdyDUT9YPlwAEzSpxEpAyjDBL7XWyHx2HF3a8MzrCryj4mtGfFZSzYZcf4eT6MPc4C9A29vKfX55uo/s400/IMG_8284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505286108193300210" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Try to imagine a people, however nomadic, who could dispense with place names. Life, and everything in it, must pass. What it must pass is places. The places passed through, the places it pauses, seeks shelter, where it farms, refreshes itself, gathers, meets and makes. These places, the mystery of its opposites, must get proper names, capitals, marking, in the currency of the word, the pole of the fixed - something to talk about, where the talking happens, the conversation is going or will resume.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTi9sUNZ4JXRBwQzs4vF5MxyOmFMYWn0CYmYVhFIsw_mDH_ncsgj-VXzrKFnFJrTHS_IEanI06M6BvcLqdkEgaXmb__-mIubhyphenhyphennQhyphenhyphen6nfjQnkDqLsplBg59M8puwyUTLxZF3Yi8gp6CI/s1600/IMG_7835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTi9sUNZ4JXRBwQzs4vF5MxyOmFMYWn0CYmYVhFIsw_mDH_ncsgj-VXzrKFnFJrTHS_IEanI06M6BvcLqdkEgaXmb__-mIubhyphenhyphennQhyphenhyphen6nfjQnkDqLsplBg59M8puwyUTLxZF3Yi8gp6CI/s400/IMG_7835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505285485451536114" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So it is that the most common siting of the pub sign become toponym is on the old routes out of town. The map of London could have a pin in it, collecting radial threads for roads extending out; on these, guaranteed, the phenomenon will be overrepresented - Angel, Swiss Cottage, the Nag's Head; the Elephant, in its way, pre-eminent. It's because they were coaching inns, of course, discussed from afar as a destination, known as a place someone had stayed, in the nameless spaces of the open road, where the host was, drink, conversation flowed.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeB34W-TVsCQ4-i9QspmqvfTfWr4scKgOSKEWk-rn8ZAZQG6OWkLV_VzCwaogJiOCbYF3bZe024XWf2OS2Jy95PA3xJF-GEHUlb77wswpZJYs4xNCU-1xXslGUeraerSaJnEZPJiNEds/s1600/IMG_7843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeB34W-TVsCQ4-i9QspmqvfTfWr4scKgOSKEWk-rn8ZAZQG6OWkLV_VzCwaogJiOCbYF3bZe024XWf2OS2Jy95PA3xJF-GEHUlb77wswpZJYs4xNCU-1xXslGUeraerSaJnEZPJiNEds/s400/IMG_7843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505285025474884578" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gtZP_G9Ukt0LP1z5DMYWbUXeEFw4rk-qEX-NLBDJXxcxRC-XlRAK26ZRstVXg2yj9otKWVED0TddbewZ8OuKnCLJdru35PD03FDZWcs5yEorU1-g7IGe3w8HpqJPI0Q6HWYdnwNjw6M/s1600/IMG_8269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gtZP_G9Ukt0LP1z5DMYWbUXeEFw4rk-qEX-NLBDJXxcxRC-XlRAK26ZRstVXg2yj9otKWVED0TddbewZ8OuKnCLJdru35PD03FDZWcs5yEorU1-g7IGe3w8HpqJPI0Q6HWYdnwNjw6M/s400/IMG_8269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505284639228755042" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Elephant and Castle, horse and inn; on the journey, but the pause. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uDWqhJTuHAt9_NrvC7ZeEDBWmRe9FgDyH8n6ILbvonFsA6zQrGfwnHTBA_c5GCFPhKyCFlSlEKrRABbzoqTVrYxEpWrUAQWNA5-_8oyuKU4-oa1_QV49ZdLp4y73CTO38ceLUs_dXQc/s1600/IMG_7846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uDWqhJTuHAt9_NrvC7ZeEDBWmRe9FgDyH8n6ILbvonFsA6zQrGfwnHTBA_c5GCFPhKyCFlSlEKrRABbzoqTVrYxEpWrUAQWNA5-_8oyuKU4-oa1_QV49ZdLp4y73CTO38ceLUs_dXQc/s400/IMG_7846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505275960286371634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacwNbeaA4OfZN-KPf8TYyrLNoAGdIp8kXqENT9f64t1qxifEXsOPEqJcd5BZ3kO1W075CkCh4nCOiZEyZRXLxNi-1FDO2U1_LM8e5qreOXoGBU1R2cTWQrvKbgsBLmmMOvJRL6VedwjU/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacwNbeaA4OfZN-KPf8TYyrLNoAGdIp8kXqENT9f64t1qxifEXsOPEqJcd5BZ3kO1W075CkCh4nCOiZEyZRXLxNi-1FDO2U1_LM8e5qreOXoGBU1R2cTWQrvKbgsBLmmMOvJRL6VedwjU/s400/IMG_8127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505275621717261826" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There are <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2009358659_apeubritainstreetsmarts.html">other suggestions</a> for the origin of the name, of course - always should be - but I don't see why I, of all people, should find them convincing. The origin was a <a href="http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-ele1.htm">pub</a>, the same pub as is referred to already in the days of Shakespeare for a place of ill repute, which, itself passing away, left its name in legacy.</span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOaYlV6Hg92gy-htS-r79zMahHY9TKNmfKPYhnMwwKCgHgjQmAFrGd4-wIH6DNt9YeIWgtNqYBx0jaKmH4rwpvs4j38xcZkKVTegESOq5xVCfyrGqBIFFI3bLSt5CqQjemY1C-uzdlQI/s1600/IMG_8374_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOaYlV6Hg92gy-htS-r79zMahHY9TKNmfKPYhnMwwKCgHgjQmAFrGd4-wIH6DNt9YeIWgtNqYBx0jaKmH4rwpvs4j38xcZkKVTegESOq5xVCfyrGqBIFFI3bLSt5CqQjemY1C-uzdlQI/s400/IMG_8374_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505274948772164642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsywLh-5O6sfwO5Tc169NJ7AOxDR6VibW6Wo6o259rvp7KI5W2AlWsWzwsqf1uay-IkVC6XChQ_WgtrsVQ08ZiwmbGJfZUzmq4LprhXhOhr6wuL49qsZPIK713QkcniSEHHix9fR2-RM/s1600/IMG_7898.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsywLh-5O6sfwO5Tc169NJ7AOxDR6VibW6Wo6o259rvp7KI5W2AlWsWzwsqf1uay-IkVC6XChQ_WgtrsVQ08ZiwmbGJfZUzmq4LprhXhOhr6wuL49qsZPIK713QkcniSEHHix9fR2-RM/s400/IMG_7898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505274609106804098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsnF6nn5Wko6rdSGJ3EwAuVgsHSh7D9SECQ5tADHqn08bYNoGtZm8xjEn3JHLsam6RKZKecrZoiTES2Tq5QhLesHnvQAOT0vYifMwagfGIqQ3UxQ09MbHzZKyOIUMPNqL6oR9Vjsmb6k/s1600/IMG_8390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsnF6nn5Wko6rdSGJ3EwAuVgsHSh7D9SECQ5tADHqn08bYNoGtZm8xjEn3JHLsam6RKZKecrZoiTES2Tq5QhLesHnvQAOT0vYifMwagfGIqQ3UxQ09MbHzZKyOIUMPNqL6oR9Vjsmb6k/s400/IMG_8390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505274056589364626" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Every city - built, under construction or perhaps even still in plan - is the abandoned ruin of a past age. Those that cannot bring themselves to see this - a group including not only all its inhabitants, but anyone who uses it so much as to pass through: these are the ghosts that haunt it, giving it, to the unsuspecting eye, the appearance of life.</span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2yZoS-jrzpu5fC3-gNdUy0IlyHj-8Q0gh4xouSdYrgiXxpmLQ1StEYp9KWBPG6J-utnM-3pUnm73j8_1ad9n7gQd0u5j-vKPCSyjklnAICqJ-1_-f9Chrroj2OegcheYFNVbnS2eY4A/s1600/IMG_8381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2yZoS-jrzpu5fC3-gNdUy0IlyHj-8Q0gh4xouSdYrgiXxpmLQ1StEYp9KWBPG6J-utnM-3pUnm73j8_1ad9n7gQd0u5j-vKPCSyjklnAICqJ-1_-f9Chrroj2OegcheYFNVbnS2eY4A/s400/IMG_8381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505273496096884562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZNE6Qx49d4uVYxUhkmrF5xTG2Pe9Ilt9hqjzDhyphenhypheno8WOE_wUk2LsDnLdMVx7FVsOB54obtwqtVJFrS6U5zC55PFbPnKzi03BdJcraFRLzhG-2qxVgoq2RsBiuKib8y9Zp1vGfvAwA2wA/s1600/IMG_7719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZNE6Qx49d4uVYxUhkmrF5xTG2Pe9Ilt9hqjzDhyphenhypheno8WOE_wUk2LsDnLdMVx7FVsOB54obtwqtVJFrS6U5zC55PFbPnKzi03BdJcraFRLzhG-2qxVgoq2RsBiuKib8y9Zp1vGfvAwA2wA/s400/IMG_7719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505272952902649250" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I wondered, as I circled the roundabout in investigation, waiting for the call from the garage, whether I, for once, had been allowed a glimpse of this by the fact of the accident of my presence there, of being supposed to be far away with the other bloggers on the Sussex coast.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQPixkQx0gHxj-n8JtJuWH_THPb3DGvJ8R1JGAQdc1i440FQR9zOWLSedsQ-SP83IW8G4ZR-R7i5BYVrnG2HWYhTU4ZdxigJgPESRgCPpTDTnMVvIOtDfVKjXHV-U5yah7yZ9Lhns2xM/s1600/IMG_7985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQPixkQx0gHxj-n8JtJuWH_THPb3DGvJ8R1JGAQdc1i440FQR9zOWLSedsQ-SP83IW8G4ZR-R7i5BYVrnG2HWYhTU4ZdxigJgPESRgCPpTDTnMVvIOtDfVKjXHV-U5yah7yZ9Lhns2xM/s400/IMG_7985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505272519596587026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaBGrRu5Yz0Km1AvJaCrnN4kvLXrI7SkYtKlNc_sVNLDH0llUpGziAUWNGy6wPXnoMGORFF28ID0EGCcxTiB9Pk1HdRJHUZUTFEijhkQNd3vBTH4TPDUbGci40vqqCstkgikGvaWOQsI/s1600/IMG_8216.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaBGrRu5Yz0Km1AvJaCrnN4kvLXrI7SkYtKlNc_sVNLDH0llUpGziAUWNGy6wPXnoMGORFF28ID0EGCcxTiB9Pk1HdRJHUZUTFEijhkQNd3vBTH4TPDUbGci40vqqCstkgikGvaWOQsI/s400/IMG_8216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505272063736054850" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfLdQYDzUd3usU08pcnoVlZQ-OUxxATQ-WeKOE_PZo9hrumB2wvZSlAQktIEfVIsEOkTXnd4mJ8LKsm2QaygvD9ORtYlAM6QE7ErCusEa77dc6cqN1v_HqFT57ISILPlwsk3IVZN32qk/s1600/IMG_8061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfLdQYDzUd3usU08pcnoVlZQ-OUxxATQ-WeKOE_PZo9hrumB2wvZSlAQktIEfVIsEOkTXnd4mJ8LKsm2QaygvD9ORtYlAM6QE7ErCusEa77dc6cqN1v_HqFT57ISILPlwsk3IVZN32qk/s400/IMG_8061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505271672921879778" /></a>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-51079980233514478162010-07-18T06:23:00.000-07:002010-08-07T11:56:02.967-07:00<div><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sung Like a Canary Wharf: Any Resemblance Denied</span></span></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">by the Windowless Consultant</span></i></span></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigFMyELaOD7W3voj6VZkUG1f6WFL6QTDR8fV060KPTOuhICkrMnbcHih45TV2_aOagiJ4dxzjR_NWaW9msq7EX_sWWGbWzyTWvtn27bJo8kqPdyODK01m18P-2Lt8fR7UOl5TjcBlr2k/s1600/IMG_6127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigFMyELaOD7W3voj6VZkUG1f6WFL6QTDR8fV060KPTOuhICkrMnbcHih45TV2_aOagiJ4dxzjR_NWaW9msq7EX_sWWGbWzyTWvtn27bJo8kqPdyODK01m18P-2Lt8fR7UOl5TjcBlr2k/s400/IMG_6127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495313790651761826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeyGjtxZ1cT_bArZGVr-S-ynTVbpQrHdbuK4vylZUFd79loP6vlpbTKwrDIwDpDTbjw4O0Sz0crdRej-YLvxVFidxv6hHUTUTfiYZUTjOUQZTGN0Tefgicq-5FzLQ2BEEws6hFw8KNpo/s1600/IMG_6666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeyGjtxZ1cT_bArZGVr-S-ynTVbpQrHdbuK4vylZUFd79loP6vlpbTKwrDIwDpDTbjw4O0Sz0crdRej-YLvxVFidxv6hHUTUTfiYZUTjOUQZTGN0Tefgicq-5FzLQ2BEEws6hFw8KNpo/s400/IMG_6666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495313223054096370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qe-I9xdkpLdKIu81X9G8XiFroY3oCBpJSMNZAqtqNGJCfoDdau2E_-iZtgYV9mHc21PlxXfCQmKPEq9zmwQNIxSJTwiAPMJfWv1CqJsn0wQ5akvnnXwP-v6WCLGsKAneU-IK3rm1Z_0/s1600/IMG_6202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qe-I9xdkpLdKIu81X9G8XiFroY3oCBpJSMNZAqtqNGJCfoDdau2E_-iZtgYV9mHc21PlxXfCQmKPEq9zmwQNIxSJTwiAPMJfWv1CqJsn0wQ5akvnnXwP-v6WCLGsKAneU-IK3rm1Z_0/s400/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495312763616653506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I hold in the camera a head and squeeze, flattening it against the glass, a poster, splayed legs of the Tower and pedestrians beyond, drop it from my eye and await the equation. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehjp3rsZPPJ0Z-iTt3fGNdBd2K-8A9V-LLK7e364rySHdfBTnxIzfs4TVwMslrEubT_L9c1_EaOTM0UZJV0bR9OIvsDlFiUV9eHmDGOvMTvyN_1JWWSmH226oxqGnFAua2jCmOTUFwLg/s1600/IMG_6615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehjp3rsZPPJ0Z-iTt3fGNdBd2K-8A9V-LLK7e364rySHdfBTnxIzfs4TVwMslrEubT_L9c1_EaOTM0UZJV0bR9OIvsDlFiUV9eHmDGOvMTvyN_1JWWSmH226oxqGnFAua2jCmOTUFwLg/s400/IMG_6615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495312165741467202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The </span><a href="http://www.canarywharf.com/mainFrm1.asp?strSelectedArea=Lifestyle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">official website</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, if you include what's silenced along with what's there, says it all: </span><a href="http://http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=canary%20wharf&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Canary Wharf </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">has been designed with emphasis on creating a pleasant working environment. Careful attention has been given to the provision of public open spaces, including parks, squares and promenades. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6P0yOHmewLsaTLEV-yVaK_KYRl2vX04bSmis28kmQEpIpD1pkumYGvccqD8oRcaWOe9wZFeTD373PcF6e371TVQObg0o8VgdQyT_yaVN2q_AMcm9Opyf4c7CHaXIVGgp7RZ00sdLgXM/s1600/IMG_6578.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6P0yOHmewLsaTLEV-yVaK_KYRl2vX04bSmis28kmQEpIpD1pkumYGvccqD8oRcaWOe9wZFeTD373PcF6e371TVQObg0o8VgdQyT_yaVN2q_AMcm9Opyf4c7CHaXIVGgp7RZ00sdLgXM/s400/IMG_6578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495311211196468674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bCXpduEqKhyphenhyphenNAVrMyOtFt7yYbzuSO_DWCN2x9WRkc8HacVprZMTHcNi_TZZIlLBk0Gnjf8XMl2eZqYbJjU22eLa1F-_SDowWqqvsqA9bfouYgH7t6bXkCD2T8gih9RKztnGDOTlNBLc/s1600/IMG_7494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bCXpduEqKhyphenhyphenNAVrMyOtFt7yYbzuSO_DWCN2x9WRkc8HacVprZMTHcNi_TZZIlLBk0Gnjf8XMl2eZqYbJjU22eLa1F-_SDowWqqvsqA9bfouYgH7t6bXkCD2T8gih9RKztnGDOTlNBLc/s400/IMG_7494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495310921647349474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">R</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">eaders with us for the long haul may remember that, largely as a result of my work in window display, I've long had an interest in the -rama, be it dio-, cosmo-, or pano-. Never one to take periods of inaction lying down, I'd decided to fill a gap in work with research, recalling </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-in-holland-last-week-for-paid-work.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">many years previously in the Museum of London Docklands</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> having come across a copy of a London panorama installed in the round, a long lost riverine view recently rediscovered lining the inside of a barrel, or something, as I recalled, image so meticulous in detail people had come to see it -the waterside, boats, buildings, streets, tiny distant people - from all around.</span></span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAfnJJz7PiCgA1J8eTobn7_7ZDQo9tGSu83CV9QWnMPDxqa4o9M6SCV2wy7XHAqYsDAPlcTd4sOCWzqqOq5EVBeJAUuzuk41obL7SGvxvAaVBGZOKmo5e5lxML_rOWF-b6S521rSI0GA/s1600/IMG_6596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAfnJJz7PiCgA1J8eTobn7_7ZDQo9tGSu83CV9QWnMPDxqa4o9M6SCV2wy7XHAqYsDAPlcTd4sOCWzqqOq5EVBeJAUuzuk41obL7SGvxvAaVBGZOKmo5e5lxML_rOWF-b6S521rSI0GA/s400/IMG_6596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495310138028305106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjzE8aTVIAcId_6toqRoAENYaZ4u6aD1AF4U7-15xztrF4dmnr_knjA5nDXIwUT8qFbkUV3guuZw0A_Sg-4RwVz_rSWYXy4chGmvQ5q54lqp0danfHB5CDUpGU_O4qBvSpiFt31rPZXA/s1600/IMG_8742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjzE8aTVIAcId_6toqRoAENYaZ4u6aD1AF4U7-15xztrF4dmnr_knjA5nDXIwUT8qFbkUV3guuZw0A_Sg-4RwVz_rSWYXy4chGmvQ5q54lqp0danfHB5CDUpGU_O4qBvSpiFt31rPZXA/s400/IMG_8742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495308824622469170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfiaLBE9yDo9JAU8rR9JEqO1eRpbcChL2Vs_wx6OWH3lqewqsDxOnLnSqDygG8_Ul3FP8PpXh8YKGht5kBinNEFREnjMQgDkOHaJXCo6M0L6eEkQqfoySsTR8PJGwq8p5xOJyzB7EY7I/s1600/IMG_7484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfiaLBE9yDo9JAU8rR9JEqO1eRpbcChL2Vs_wx6OWH3lqewqsDxOnLnSqDygG8_Ul3FP8PpXh8YKGht5kBinNEFREnjMQgDkOHaJXCo6M0L6eEkQqfoySsTR8PJGwq8p5xOJyzB7EY7I/s400/IMG_7484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495308399830867890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What is that you're taking? asks a voice by my shoulder from behind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-he3iktK2YLwGxl7I8Pau9CIiZUAmHoPOvgjm1-phGpZzlg0whUHl9JSMH7SgxWA2TtrgsSRpS-CKdxqaiV5slQ-mXHSaZMKE7V3hsgcI8aPW8x6wNcAkcJiB3L8kkA7k4yNXhyphenhyphenlyHY/s1600/IMG_6972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-he3iktK2YLwGxl7I8Pau9CIiZUAmHoPOvgjm1-phGpZzlg0whUHl9JSMH7SgxWA2TtrgsSRpS-CKdxqaiV5slQ-mXHSaZMKE7V3hsgcI8aPW8x6wNcAkcJiB3L8kkA7k4yNXhyphenhyphenlyHY/s400/IMG_6972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495307607810190338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7B5bBS8Uz3NhNoLDccna8WJV2qhriSMt9JKjsHNHzlKyv3jeyj_SBE-e8UJKWGhyTpzcTlUUJhGi2lSJAJ0sRajraQ3Kc4jvUZG0lmk-jmEYWotFZLUXlmpssfd_MzcfeXLUHhke1y4/s1600/IMG_6372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7B5bBS8Uz3NhNoLDccna8WJV2qhriSMt9JKjsHNHzlKyv3jeyj_SBE-e8UJKWGhyTpzcTlUUJhGi2lSJAJ0sRajraQ3Kc4jvUZG0lmk-jmEYWotFZLUXlmpssfd_MzcfeXLUHhke1y4/s400/IMG_6372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495307173710837634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I've been waiting for this moment with anxiety and interest, Canary Wharf notorious for it, but, despite our earlier experiences, I can't quite believe it's true. To the idle eye, the place looks like any other: pavements, trees, roads, cars, people, buildings. Newer, brasher, flash, granted, but with nothing you'd put your finger on as precluding reproduction. Here, then, though, confirmation - as at the </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-photos-in-british-land-land-diorama.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">British Land Landorama</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, a place that placed between itself and its appearance this difference by injunction. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBKYml70JV0kemcLkSWzVEpVDVZwp7HIaWkp-T8tmlP-sMeTZXJHiJ-7juVm4zwIBA854O5WVECsgOspc2GwgPq8AaKRPumkbRetnQ6eloip2uEs_qR8NkZTvUq73yZxUc6-HA9-tK3Y/s1600/IMG_7003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBKYml70JV0kemcLkSWzVEpVDVZwp7HIaWkp-T8tmlP-sMeTZXJHiJ-7juVm4zwIBA854O5WVECsgOspc2GwgPq8AaKRPumkbRetnQ6eloip2uEs_qR8NkZTvUq73yZxUc6-HA9-tK3Y/s400/IMG_7003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495306696251022530" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_YxaTi08Vo7kMPkHG_sM2a23ZyjSW1TH3qJRi2Ehu-o4cxiLBBrDzhh6Wtz4rQhsiz1_OZ0XYELpsPXQPGRib7ICxfslmXPp_et3b1XrKK_u1XJzjTVtpXmt1pmweaobMJq2M6w2QaE/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_YxaTi08Vo7kMPkHG_sM2a23ZyjSW1TH3qJRi2Ehu-o4cxiLBBrDzhh6Wtz4rQhsiz1_OZ0XYELpsPXQPGRib7ICxfslmXPp_et3b1XrKK_u1XJzjTVtpXmt1pmweaobMJq2M6w2QaE/s400/IMG_6630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495305964326930546" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I should have seen him coming, doubtless, claims to the photographer's eye surely dependent on the ability to see, but I was absorbed in that one little framed space, all outside it indiscriminately absent, so now there was the uniform demanding answers. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4v1TCSXcxhBbDodhWaj1D-PolW3Nc6JtvKopVJPjCe3baVpe0cwp0G5RujfPTQo-VNOe9-WqzJ5nKxiKJQUg0-dV0kZSKDPpLfsmiupgEg8so8z9xThTI077V6jHsbB4hQt_mCi01Wc/s1600/IMG_6569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4v1TCSXcxhBbDodhWaj1D-PolW3Nc6JtvKopVJPjCe3baVpe0cwp0G5RujfPTQo-VNOe9-WqzJ5nKxiKJQUg0-dV0kZSKDPpLfsmiupgEg8so8z9xThTI077V6jHsbB4hQt_mCi01Wc/s400/IMG_6569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495288202359157874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Precision about what it was I was taking would be hard, already the idea that it was taking moot. No, nothing - people, buildings, nothing you know, not taking, just leaving. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWETYITxhOES-tTo5ZMh4y07nF1nD_FFv6YS9L8S966U7xuqqDFkGjLqhCZ9whNi5c3W3KvrOrfnbdvIceuyK-_rRrLyp1jiXWLWPzGdDm1sWiDbYKVB_APdGlCfyIars74Ww0cibGpAA/s1600/IMG_7095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWETYITxhOES-tTo5ZMh4y07nF1nD_FFv6YS9L8S966U7xuqqDFkGjLqhCZ9whNi5c3W3KvrOrfnbdvIceuyK-_rRrLyp1jiXWLWPzGdDm1sWiDbYKVB_APdGlCfyIars74Ww0cibGpAA/s400/IMG_7095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495282545557855170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtE7jCc-HqRz2gurh1KdSwVwzlsnFvNZpNOZDpVL9a-LMM5y8YF9iSz36uo39m6lAcCqzlCz1kqqvQ5ZYBA4gdcO_K3__7hWvfSnDWOMQcMo-0wPyP8-Wo154wkYWW2JDhZ4Ox-24-uA/s1600/IMG_7140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtE7jCc-HqRz2gurh1KdSwVwzlsnFvNZpNOZDpVL9a-LMM5y8YF9iSz36uo39m6lAcCqzlCz1kqqvQ5ZYBA4gdcO_K3__7hWvfSnDWOMQcMo-0wPyP8-Wo154wkYWW2JDhZ4Ox-24-uA/s400/IMG_7140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281728295339442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This was the first of many times I was to be accosted, and one of the least unpleasant in manner. Certainly intrusive in terms of asking to see other shots in the camera, what it was all for, who I was, whether I had ID, but strangely hesitant, allowing me to skirt the demands, and, if without reason in content, reasoning in form, explaining, for instance, that it was down to the camera, a slightly higher performing model than some (though low-end, SLR), so suspicious; down to me, my dress and demeanour, clearly not from round there; that it was the times, the suspicion of plans to attack; that it may disturb the locals, freak 'em out with sudden shock, psychological warfare of some sort, presumably. Photography was allowed, I was informed, but I needed permission, would be hassled; the street was okay, but not the buildings; the buildings, but not their entrances, exits, windows; anywhere but where there were security cameras, which, there, are everywhere. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQiZ1izSpdhl5cRRDw0lBFPBekjlwTnPPTC6eufs_tG6QcdN7ZZFANpFVuG-9fZQ101nGavbxhRqlunnge3A24wNSUIHUL60BshHQToikriDe7vz-IpuOYKbl5OlexKPFgNSHQRNOXw0/s1600/IMG_6878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQiZ1izSpdhl5cRRDw0lBFPBekjlwTnPPTC6eufs_tG6QcdN7ZZFANpFVuG-9fZQ101nGavbxhRqlunnge3A24wNSUIHUL60BshHQToikriDe7vz-IpuOYKbl5OlexKPFgNSHQRNOXw0/s400/IMG_6878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495280502462133138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8PLduL1aScfbRFlNItrTlwT8UgbP2k5_TdojFULRgHJYhBDH9p2crx_VvjRPwpSzeKzQavNTfwDgfpMaqVbKoJIBj09UHYlprDgIwhJVqbQWt5M90ux0Dn2eNciz72iBJGMLR5BFrPw/s1600/IMG_7053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8PLduL1aScfbRFlNItrTlwT8UgbP2k5_TdojFULRgHJYhBDH9p2crx_VvjRPwpSzeKzQavNTfwDgfpMaqVbKoJIBj09UHYlprDgIwhJVqbQWt5M90ux0Dn2eNciz72iBJGMLR5BFrPw/s400/IMG_7053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495279793734969826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As a businesswoman, but as a person, too, I've </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">long </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">been used to gauging dishonesty in explanation by the proffering of multiple cause, laying it on, as they say, and causes incompatible counteract: terror by plot or action, identity, camera type or clothes, the buildings or their users, it was clear, were beside some point that not even he appeared clearly to grasp. Something vaguer, more fundamental, could be felt behind this invisible chasm between London and its first Enterprise Zone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrxYez372fQCFhioXddatx88nNK-P6m-EyqwVg_o35tWuQbNhZFrwpRVe3pVHu1t80Tbm6zrST5iA4IBngMDkNndSXsV5hkLJr0rKCj_G_-xhtzonH3dZ-hZJJxunO3tsP9DUnkOJFeA/s1600/IMG_6929.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrxYez372fQCFhioXddatx88nNK-P6m-EyqwVg_o35tWuQbNhZFrwpRVe3pVHu1t80Tbm6zrST5iA4IBngMDkNndSXsV5hkLJr0rKCj_G_-xhtzonH3dZ-hZJJxunO3tsP9DUnkOJFeA/s400/IMG_6929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495277734261368882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu63piBlL_UQYRkqhFIVJsKub2SO2KGHAMPX-kvMoKA7UmLDEscSBgtdKjdFvhsjqd8_YM5JnqPfePRoyS6TiBwwEMLCHMVVIPKCUAajj8gMSV5jBPDF1LPbIe8sZgnZDA4FnsWQ_KA0/s1600/IMG_6908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu63piBlL_UQYRkqhFIVJsKub2SO2KGHAMPX-kvMoKA7UmLDEscSBgtdKjdFvhsjqd8_YM5JnqPfePRoyS6TiBwwEMLCHMVVIPKCUAajj8gMSV5jBPDF1LPbIe8sZgnZDA4FnsWQ_KA0/s400/IMG_6908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495277225460233842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YuoUDSuX40b8OHnOOpPSkpPtk1HFnLt6-5e9c5rBz0xM6HcXdRtXCi6rzuXt1aebrHmjoHpmCztbzaMvAtWaXxnIt91xJZlPydHAeS1TgBK4yZu_nov1WyRT3gPp7_z2Yp-gJYfdRt4/s1600/IMG_7187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YuoUDSuX40b8OHnOOpPSkpPtk1HFnLt6-5e9c5rBz0xM6HcXdRtXCi6rzuXt1aebrHmjoHpmCztbzaMvAtWaXxnIt91xJZlPydHAeS1TgBK4yZu_nov1WyRT3gPp7_z2Yp-gJYfdRt4/s400/IMG_7187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495275273752543970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As a blogger, given the aims within these posts, I've come to see these gaps as key. They are, perhaps, the spaces I'm looking for, may at last afford the camera an uninterrupted glimpse of that moment that I've set myself to track. So, if inconvenient, perhaps the man's confused and contradictory instructions may prove convenient, their restriction liberating. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoLf8oHTISxLnW0vV_wxyXBGTUjm4DBa8KBDshaxMjt9rso9QpEeOjZUYBCTuyiwx9OaYDGS5lzm4rIejDdpJ1EGUjqyp4hWREtNKfSdQLjPE7VDJ295f9I5mCKZ-uUfNKHckTJifXNQ/s1600/IMG_6135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoLf8oHTISxLnW0vV_wxyXBGTUjm4DBa8KBDshaxMjt9rso9QpEeOjZUYBCTuyiwx9OaYDGS5lzm4rIejDdpJ1EGUjqyp4hWREtNKfSdQLjPE7VDJ295f9I5mCKZ-uUfNKHckTJifXNQ/s400/IMG_6135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495274355342191922" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWhxI7MGUD3hyphenhyphenEIlO_22OGYUG6NHujoNiFq_evalAE3srpVeASEoY3JNA9amjLyocBs29bSviBQBeDufhMUagj5WPny7WyWLjt_RDyKbRJYiCeTQd9Ok1p_rmj9fsjN1oRFv7VfpeBsw/s1600/IMG_6210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWhxI7MGUD3hyphenhyphenEIlO_22OGYUG6NHujoNiFq_evalAE3srpVeASEoY3JNA9amjLyocBs29bSviBQBeDufhMUagj5WPny7WyWLjt_RDyKbRJYiCeTQd9Ok1p_rmj9fsjN1oRFv7VfpeBsw/s400/IMG_6210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495273710436372482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz0ZBf5q4vkc0zTqpsQTtD11pSz7D9NYjcNk4KEgB4xDf3RXTdCbChEZVrl3BDocQroh8LQeYjznNK5xoBhBgtIdgHO1f2sYi_z7ekbZJCyuC_dLoc0zlV2zSJy3WUvb5OLriG1tCP-c/s1600/IMG_6252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz0ZBf5q4vkc0zTqpsQTtD11pSz7D9NYjcNk4KEgB4xDf3RXTdCbChEZVrl3BDocQroh8LQeYjznNK5xoBhBgtIdgHO1f2sYi_z7ekbZJCyuC_dLoc0zlV2zSJy3WUvb5OLriG1tCP-c/s400/IMG_6252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495273021886356338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With this man, as with all those that followed him, pacing the streets looking for issues, standing burly by exits or rushing gesticulating from doors, the response I thought wisest was slippery co-operation, appear at the same time polite, helpful, interested, and yet withhold as much as possible, make no more promises than necessary, express interest in the rules of the place - which required no faking on my part - and yet, once they were gone, ignore them. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTghPnV0F9fYcN8rwSKSgXFVCY6s6LKJQkAWsi9yGxovXBkUD0gx_hX7Ss7eK4_0x6bbysolAHeLsoP9DDRSLtFdd1v-IvJjj1ypKbHpBI21viccoN5M139pcOfuktmzAczJQlegxk6Eo/s1600/IMG_6535.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXeDv86JCIhMU9dw8ywAGWp1yetWnFI2hsEKzvgoY9L6kkcT3StbGklAroLrr1rWcb_LyvA8HSiMhGaLbSIPSuMt2swb2hJ2I4dH7AKCIbRe9rVr3hPug2tClJnzd6aLLpkix3WOuMrk/s400/IMG_8580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495271695019320962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Some of the rules, apart from those outlined above, and remembering that contradiction was central to their application, proved to run something like as follows: people dressed in standard-issue business suits enjoyed a basic right to photograph unhindered, though presumably this could be withdrawn should they step outside the expected roles of, for instance, memorialising a business trip at the entrance to a bank HQ visited, or snapping a scene for wives and children at home; photographing the water of the old docks was actively encouraged, though for some reason other than guarantee against further harassment, which was as prompt as at any other scene; retail outlets were strictly off limits, and, lastly, permits were available via the press office, who would drag out the procedure, asking what exactly one sought to photograph at what exact time, though with the proviso that most places were ruled out, what photographic equipment would be used, the purpose, etc., in a game of patience which, in this case, I won, they themselves withdrawing from communication presumably out of boredom before the final details had been worked out, though I didn't let this trouble me, having by then finished the job anyway. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoyvZH3bedbLlHbeVIY6XlR0ypfUdoOQz5VsWZNvTZ-kUrgbnham_u7hAPhmCQB1PglGf2s1rdhxfPhQwTHXQQvc3WBgwD-ksWNM330aqZZ-HV8uleiUD9COsMAz-9giUuJczl7oq7aA/s1600/IMG_7262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoyvZH3bedbLlHbeVIY6XlR0ypfUdoOQz5VsWZNvTZ-kUrgbnham_u7hAPhmCQB1PglGf2s1rdhxfPhQwTHXQQvc3WBgwD-ksWNM330aqZZ-HV8uleiUD9COsMAz-9giUuJczl7oq7aA/s400/IMG_7262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495271325173300866" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As it's abundantly clear that no terrorist will be hindered by the inability to take photographs, it would be a mistake to believe the danger the Wharf seeks to dispel is that of acts preparatory to terrorism. The absurdity of the overreaction is simply too clear even to imagine that. As the furious response of, say, a be-suited guard to a bemused family of tourists posing in the vicinity of his revolving door for a street shot made clear, the act itself is the object of their hatred, and without any proportion to its consequences - blindly. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh442sOyQVwCTBQlpDrDJZAmhPR8BEC74Rzm048-i-cZUEJM3GXDDy8fxTzb0MOdgebIyiOZOiAYzE2CMrzzzytloM1LvUSkFbWwNPMDD9PebXPkPg8qt8p1LgMtc5YvUWMgfqDGjE9I-8/s1600/IMG_6421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh442sOyQVwCTBQlpDrDJZAmhPR8BEC74Rzm048-i-cZUEJM3GXDDy8fxTzb0MOdgebIyiOZOiAYzE2CMrzzzytloM1LvUSkFbWwNPMDD9PebXPkPg8qt8p1LgMtc5YvUWMgfqDGjE9I-8/s400/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495270683671487746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xg8Bolv2oMFgIAueWQA9HeR5z2dZAaQhnUmVEywdgWjhLF7Habtjn8Gq60hPFmqs26g3k8h-VEXbzZrkaGnsEDEUsgn88toQediojEmARamKwp9g-jN2nWcU5kQ5wvhXwkpjYkvPa8Q/s1600/IMG_6313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xg8Bolv2oMFgIAueWQA9HeR5z2dZAaQhnUmVEywdgWjhLF7Habtjn8Gq60hPFmqs26g3k8h-VEXbzZrkaGnsEDEUsgn88toQediojEmARamKwp9g-jN2nWcU5kQ5wvhXwkpjYkvPa8Q/s400/IMG_6313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495270342951721666" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxszgtfTiybgWt6BSx7BJGfW3pxgjhrvW5zH6wI1Q2pn-3KV8oEM58G3wf2TnZ3J3cTPRNVnSlkBdRhiH7jSRWJyLk7VXJ7pqNfQmzE8PwJAuwVvBwZCfdFsWw8wTkgM1jiNl7PyVZXRM/s1600/IMG_8786.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxszgtfTiybgWt6BSx7BJGfW3pxgjhrvW5zH6wI1Q2pn-3KV8oEM58G3wf2TnZ3J3cTPRNVnSlkBdRhiH7jSRWJyLk7VXJ7pqNfQmzE8PwJAuwVvBwZCfdFsWw8wTkgM1jiNl7PyVZXRM/s400/IMG_8786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495269778374128226" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Not until my last day there - Saturday, that completely different atmosphere, when the purpose of the place becomes still more obscure, and, as such, a focus of greater interest, clearer - did I get the opportunity to grasp photographically the object of this blindness itself. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OrguLiuB_xeS3c2VmN6exhsYHVXuVjIXntrkOgYuWuXzikIqI3xUZUdysdCAuw-JCJLK5LteABi_DYHamdY0adq128LuHfSssu-7NIyxc-UqQaICnrZ-f_3oIZOfg5mX8qWUAdbrZMA/s1600/IMG_8717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OrguLiuB_xeS3c2VmN6exhsYHVXuVjIXntrkOgYuWuXzikIqI3xUZUdysdCAuw-JCJLK5LteABi_DYHamdY0adq128LuHfSssu-7NIyxc-UqQaICnrZ-f_3oIZOfg5mX8qWUAdbrZMA/s400/IMG_8717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495269440181021138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkEwHGqdgCRy-Nq6KaPcdw9j4v6vGKYwSDK3eCve8DYSl6hX-2gBglZMqPhH5WDDlpxwk0P9TaZPBYbNkNqCdV3VBmu-zO-oBI1EQl7J_evdSy7CS8DXxqAHtzyuh9WxkByn0cAUaB-E/s1600/IMG_6763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkEwHGqdgCRy-Nq6KaPcdw9j4v6vGKYwSDK3eCve8DYSl6hX-2gBglZMqPhH5WDDlpxwk0P9TaZPBYbNkNqCdV3VBmu-zO-oBI1EQl7J_evdSy7CS8DXxqAHtzyuh9WxkByn0cAUaB-E/s400/IMG_6763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268914754999730" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If the original purpose of the visit had been, as I say, to capture the panorama, all sight of this idea had long been lost, the behaviour of the guards having distracted me for days, pushed me to research their limits, the effect these had on the images, the space shot, behaviour - that of others and my own; above all, what was behind it, these rigid injunctions half applied, proffered permissions that never came, inconsistencies to the point of whim, one guard placing a not usually where another a never, one allowing what another forbade.</span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwIoIiOnt1ACClT5ff3uC6XrFSGbNF0ZkuqlllUZ5Sr7uaCWvQZ6tD2aLGSVVJ4HsI5Q5Qln_jvgBqjxWsz1cOQ2tmYV47YItknpkO2cn6Kw7W6WJD2fa_ULKZaH1Wne4r22L8byGLb0/s1600/IMG_7151.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwIoIiOnt1ACClT5ff3uC6XrFSGbNF0ZkuqlllUZ5Sr7uaCWvQZ6tD2aLGSVVJ4HsI5Q5Qln_jvgBqjxWsz1cOQ2tmYV47YItknpkO2cn6Kw7W6WJD2fa_ULKZaH1Wne4r22L8byGLb0/s400/IMG_7151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268559786525474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNgJb2eCwJrcen9p4nsVGWHrLe09mO2dqXLUFcCiZQwSybPj2pidpZqMRwyPejx84ttLYP_Ns6cbajkLczUsXz38m6LrUo4gkKj2anUD13317q8XKuPRqEjv2q6oYUcphgFv6DkzfCYQ/s1600/IMG_6918.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNgJb2eCwJrcen9p4nsVGWHrLe09mO2dqXLUFcCiZQwSybPj2pidpZqMRwyPejx84ttLYP_Ns6cbajkLczUsXz38m6LrUo4gkKj2anUD13317q8XKuPRqEjv2q6oYUcphgFv6DkzfCYQ/s400/IMG_6918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495265934965502114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">These days I spent wandering this Isle that isn't an isle, and yet, though belonging to London, studiously not, that is. Because the first thing that must be remarked of this corner of East London is the numerous means it employs to suggest it isn't, from the bizarre arrays of clocks displacing its time zone abroad to the toy-town aesthetic, Charliesque checkpoints, retail blingery, price, wage and finally legal exception cutting it off from the rest. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri8_SFPz0ZcdKUvqHMKrAOKq_67b6mfK183WVaNxiBYf3kzEewEwSQQITucJpMqS_bGf2qxFVy_-VT8f3qKzdNkxp41ukMwwloM5vO7EkKpCHrOb_ElAb5y7A5hYRk14VsIDa3yHmVBs/s1600/IMG_6180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri8_SFPz0ZcdKUvqHMKrAOKq_67b6mfK183WVaNxiBYf3kzEewEwSQQITucJpMqS_bGf2qxFVy_-VT8f3qKzdNkxp41ukMwwloM5vO7EkKpCHrOb_ElAb5y7A5hYRk14VsIDa3yHmVBs/s400/IMG_6180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495265090036988242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9stt029WRBDHZkHCl10qEbl7TViKboZMoLdEmU0z1ZX26NUI86YBtwuCFTlelWXQNIO8p1qc-rb0J1U6DNfFF7JJ_jKYg2DA2y5_XPMgwX4mWFdhzqxCl4dmKaK08wiDDILR_yxj2Yug/s1600/IMG_6197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9stt029WRBDHZkHCl10qEbl7TViKboZMoLdEmU0z1ZX26NUI86YBtwuCFTlelWXQNIO8p1qc-rb0J1U6DNfFF7JJ_jKYg2DA2y5_XPMgwX4mWFdhzqxCl4dmKaK08wiDDILR_yxj2Yug/s400/IMG_6197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495260014874920946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It wasn't till a Saturday I finally entered the museum, getting directions to the panorama at the desk, though I had to revise my intention of photographing it, as here, in distinction to the main site at London Wall, featuring in the previous post, for instance, for their Vauxhall recreation, a no photograph policy's operated, appropriately enough. There, on the wall, I found as instructed the image, shiny, screwed to a wall, and, on closer inspection, a photograph, no less, the original having been shifted. Still, I take the time to look slowly, admire the detail, the reproduction no less useful than the original, though without the installation I recall in the round, recall having visited all those years ago with the Archaeologist in our early days, before we'd lost touch, and then, </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-about-soho.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">meeting again</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, begun blogging together, before blogs even existed, reproducing at least something of what the original set out to achieve. The logic of these things is dependent on the viewer's at the same time viewing what their eyes tell them must be the real thing, and yet being instructed by other details that it's not, a panorama no good of course, if you mistake it for the real, who'd pay to see the real, in distinction to this thing that as exactly as possible reproduces it? There must be that little twinge, the detail that says the buildings here are not buildings, the ways on this land are not ways, this is only a representation, usual life in suspense. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dqbdVNKcs_fuKZf4yGLgahQy9IRhe1773NIBKlm5jB-MYmO-_Z2O1rN_NPiz-QGn2VklAtF8sgeNUCXnGWLjf343hSOGqhhbmGdeaQpuKW-3NinQpfFJzBSg1oMQm9l6EDesnNPnY5A/s1600/IMG_7434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dqbdVNKcs_fuKZf4yGLgahQy9IRhe1773NIBKlm5jB-MYmO-_Z2O1rN_NPiz-QGn2VklAtF8sgeNUCXnGWLjf343hSOGqhhbmGdeaQpuKW-3NinQpfFJzBSg1oMQm9l6EDesnNPnY5A/s400/IMG_7434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495259365287327154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Ut_wcVYh5rZyTWjInr-2TrlsEzogrMCTm2952Go94mtf9YMoOKhB8q5is_pjWO6QU35HzthvqdpQ27YBK5MHJ3Q6CsgFn6IDOk8oxkw3URWMAmqp1BqgwgkL__NSPXmLBZzhoX-oFM/s1600/IMG_8683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Ut_wcVYh5rZyTWjInr-2TrlsEzogrMCTm2952Go94mtf9YMoOKhB8q5is_pjWO6QU35HzthvqdpQ27YBK5MHJ3Q6CsgFn6IDOk8oxkw3URWMAmqp1BqgwgkL__NSPXmLBZzhoX-oFM/s400/IMG_8683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495254567421271666" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Winding down through the museum, then, I took the opportunity to browse through the displays on the Docklands development, try to uncover something of what the Enterprise Zone meant, the handing of public land over to private investors along with incentives, the extraordinary dispensations as to planning, financing, and transport, the encouragement to think of it as a place apart, a new New World, island without natives, cities of gold, the dreams of a virgin land, strange designations, and, in refrain, the permanent threat of a fall in prices, the endless search for an edge. </span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6YEDmel21iOxyHO6IQ0wMBjQM6nFXTjkHZDQ63nVmIx0oaMXD0gIjU286vUvUd5umWVJYyFUoQpP320lCWhZiXuuJm3UUBMTZpwKWO4HKM8HE7uMVl7wxZCDPR7ilZkZ6YPXBNt8Bpg/s1600/IMG_7361.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcy7CaIoLlwCz9BAeitQKUrsdoIEc2WgradhuFOiv0mMRQknY3UOwAiUHRq2GeDnEVDsIBTtKnfletv1KLeMaByV-lOPtH5U2dHs4IKxniwERT6Q_HB7yHneyEBrYdkDVzFAYnfb-77dk/s400/IMG_7204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495248043694619522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><!--StartFragment--><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">On the way out, I took the opportunity to photograph an image from a conversation I'd had on an early day. I'd been trying to take a shot involving shadows and light on some coloured gauze, passers by transparent from motion above. A woman of East-Asian appearance waiting at a bus stop there had smiled, expressed interest in what I was doing. She'd just emerged from Credit Suisse, but details in her appearance suggested she was both of and not of the island, regular visitor, perhaps, from a company based abroad. Perhaps it was just her using the bus, means of transport intended, surely, not for Wharfers proper, but for the cleaners, barworkers, security invited in to serve needs. As ever in these circumstances I was slightly embarrassed about my activities, but let her see the disappointing results, explained what I'd been trying to achieve. The conversation drifting to the specific qualities of the Wharf, I took the opportunity to seek to gauge her reaction to a sign I'd seen posted within the shelter where we stood, almost Brechtian in its eagerness to dispel the illusion elsewhere carefully maintained: This is private land, and no right of way, public or private, is acknowledged over it. The ways of this land have NOT been dedicated as highways, bridleways or footpaths, nor has there been any intention so to dedicate them. All resemblance to real footpaths, bridleways or highways, public squares, promenades or streets is coincidental. The woman had smiled knowingly, though of what I couldn't tell, whether an islander's smile to the foreigner, after all, or one to another. And on the weekends they board the buses and search, she said, even under the seats.</span></span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TFD76Wfknjii3vhBzDNwYDyWmMoPoXakDAkL9nmPrUW-MMFTEdTATvraB4CUVKR9Q7keNMnzjnEQx8eXu-K6k4zIiXBaSzX3aHtKJkZO5uWRHSsUs4fjS0XB-34332knpWOEOOxU38s/s1600/IMG_7287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TFD76Wfknjii3vhBzDNwYDyWmMoPoXakDAkL9nmPrUW-MMFTEdTATvraB4CUVKR9Q7keNMnzjnEQx8eXu-K6k4zIiXBaSzX3aHtKJkZO5uWRHSsUs4fjS0XB-34332knpWOEOOxU38s/s400/IMG_7287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495247105939960466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI17V78UWflnHR54Tp066cjDvVR_nEJMryTkUvB-NadTdb1KoJLCd5FbspxYrhdyHKj_z77P3nWbQ153AZHFUEC79GRS6YxgqItCx63H4uSxiH689JpCuyuQjG0ZruIbjtKLIyqoN9mQI/s1600/IMG_7560.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyVPNNbzZB2H6S1fK__SzCVUGy8ad-zH4yS11gbowHzUgBYlkaVbJA3jQndBSOQUMN3Jmvn9KM-bu-Il7CRzlOLBA7rxgQEV8F-d5_1G3UNX3tLtix5PyIgRMkzlSLxaWVpqfA4RhbGk/s400/IMG_7466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495245480083795202" /></a>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-26207540556763260302010-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:002011-02-07T13:53:13.436-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Vauxhall Pleasures and the Shadow of SI</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">S</span> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">y the Windowless Consultant</span></i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5sG8xKBWuIBPZOielHo0CMAx2H5DgeOOBny7xOpy_qXSCO7x9xdHhuk8-0d_rG2DvPwV6Oi9g0fNLSVwZB9VLQIT6gs-0N-5CMLFP_ep_ePvz2PssWNDGzwiYfqtdRJQrHF4ZRi8ye8/s1600/IMG_4788.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVt1DXPTE8uUnCUV_NOSBOxNLEUtHymyIVUDCX8n3ec62jcqP4_Xp6KlTgNXwJA3DNuKVsC5HV4rKSMb8Fp4Ax7ltIA9wipvgrPbMzRzeyb6aPT5omhZm18IzNOpDINQZSMW82jV-68Oc/s400/IMG_4906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483799214860133090" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It sometimes seems our first posts should be a long way behind us, as though we ought to be clearer about content now, as though progress could be the purpose, should be met.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ak-frrIlJrqRc5aCNCaFDCQ3pqwMaa_OFpgA1SfT1yUhIZ5SHqFVZvHs7pJ4n9TPbKBAMTybwGc1o0YxdBLA7ZyAx2B8-5Pu6Kr_713gOsmo2RZa-BVy67psVP3Rj2F3NLp_MBs2Zno/s1600/IMG_8486.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ak-frrIlJrqRc5aCNCaFDCQ3pqwMaa_OFpgA1SfT1yUhIZ5SHqFVZvHs7pJ4n9TPbKBAMTybwGc1o0YxdBLA7ZyAx2B8-5Pu6Kr_713gOsmo2RZa-BVy67psVP3Rj2F3NLp_MBs2Zno/s400/IMG_8486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483798728573370066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhUaz97W08DryavATcKXyxaAfpRVniK_qEHwKN8ViOsNOmTEDntH1o9cgESpIm9iSC6Kmaocx8rIEgDRGo3-zlhdXq8b5VcOVa4jQxbgxKotpU2wpARQly8QeBDd-q8dcCO6D7GVfzcA/s1600/IMG_5024.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At </span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&q=vauxhall&oe=UTF-8&ie=UTF8&ei=9ssTTOufM4Lu0wTghOX0CQ&ved=0CBsQ_AU&sll=51.485338,-0.115871&sspn=0.022181,0.091925&split=1&rq=1&ev=p&radius=2.37&hq=vauxhall&hnear=&ll=51.485338,-0.115871&spn=0.022181,0.091925&z=14&iwloc=A"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Vauxhall</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> I thought I'd find it, had - the New Spring Gardens, </span><a href="http://southeasteleven.blogspot.com/2010/05/vauxhall-island-site-consultation.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">soon to be Pleasure again</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSDRO3ZpDUoBoDHLtIngP4HbGex26C5Y31TZn_gnXPZQhlEAuWcUC8_fu8QMYYTIg8QoAcYHE7B_7zQOlEJ1eJMMqVrf3JavCSQ51Rf5znNn0K-KqXYMxABCjveWjxehY8_Vof93whd4/s1600/IMG_4982.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSDRO3ZpDUoBoDHLtIngP4HbGex26C5Y31TZn_gnXPZQhlEAuWcUC8_fu8QMYYTIg8QoAcYHE7B_7zQOlEJ1eJMMqVrf3JavCSQ51Rf5znNn0K-KqXYMxABCjveWjxehY8_Vof93whd4/s400/IMG_4982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483797850456139970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was the <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/05/soho-society-almost-every-time-i-come.html">Archaeologist suggested </a>we pool work, <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-about-soho.html">readers may recall</a>, convinced we shared a plan. Sometimes I'm sure he's right, others I don't know. He seems to believe in beings or, vaguer perhaps, types of being of whose existence only he has hints, the Landless in signs no one but he can see, and I, this atmosphere which I can only ever call the world becoming props or props the world, the window opening out or the world rushing in, but where this description fails to do justice to the fact things stay the same, disaster without trace, ruin without change, events, but with no consequence.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF1ga6OURF34rUz0X2R8-M0wF-CjMoMj-XSz3I3yrWjLTQPCMmlXP2gCiTK9G_x6cGz0krMYEwaVSaj8nQ3szHb-zq3Hjp43HN82IwPew1XCGZ1VOSv9QHWlctXok8PpPma34xmqpQ0A/s1600/IMG_4850.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF1ga6OURF34rUz0X2R8-M0wF-CjMoMj-XSz3I3yrWjLTQPCMmlXP2gCiTK9G_x6cGz0krMYEwaVSaj8nQ3szHb-zq3Hjp43HN82IwPew1XCGZ1VOSv9QHWlctXok8PpPma34xmqpQ0A/s400/IMG_4850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483796921519855218" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This seems to have been the case - to have occurred - at Vauxhall.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTycUP3Nif7PkmdHIWz6sAOXtZi_k6X4XS_eElduMEzcSthHJUoiQzGQsDZCmzqHZmDvOKFpEfG1lOKl_bd91UELPalUHLsq55rrGcKoz1O-8uieAdEohSLC2XUEmLxjvcyRtFA6_VP88/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTycUP3Nif7PkmdHIWz6sAOXtZi_k6X4XS_eElduMEzcSthHJUoiQzGQsDZCmzqHZmDvOKFpEfG1lOKl_bd91UELPalUHLsq55rrGcKoz1O-8uieAdEohSLC2XUEmLxjvcyRtFA6_VP88/s400/IMG_5482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483796437422867570" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'd been in </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/Pimlico"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlico</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, Tate Britain, after inspiration from the Turners, for window work I was doing in yellows, had time off after the job for a stroll, crossed for the opportunity to take in sights, and, as one of them, was attempting to photograph the headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Services. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67dJ4J0Cq4NxqdfdMMfqdpIUzI4vEVOUO00u6L9pc5k7sj6Be8LurSs6u4BwXReLGkgXElWSgzEBGAQ7GFnpfU903_t6BKJpD14h4UvpS-SqjMU_jQ8flm6N8eVjAQOJXKkARhADHebs/s1600/IMG_5311.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67dJ4J0Cq4NxqdfdMMfqdpIUzI4vEVOUO00u6L9pc5k7sj6Be8LurSs6u4BwXReLGkgXElWSgzEBGAQ7GFnpfU903_t6BKJpD14h4UvpS-SqjMU_jQ8flm6N8eVjAQOJXKkARhADHebs/s400/IMG_5311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483795748641593826" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The great paradox of the SIS headquarters is of course, notoriously, its po-faced stridency, the crazed ziggurat form at once dominating the area, visible from all over and, indeed, from across the river, in Pimlico itself, and yet, windows sealed and shaded blind, entrances gated, walled all round, its impassive mood is of such absence the life in its shadow has got completely used to going on around it in straight-faced pretence it's not there. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMy6-E6J2lVZ-79CG6yL9nWZ3g8yeU8WDy6JtFJZiwkkX2BMUiJO201HPFkgT40U45IX-HvFJK2gGzGnr_AkpL6KPrU0NE8Bwgteibro1GNJyI9gMIdSgpAC9YIRGUTxNS5n6yER104Y/s1600/IMG_5218.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMy6-E6J2lVZ-79CG6yL9nWZ3g8yeU8WDy6JtFJZiwkkX2BMUiJO201HPFkgT40U45IX-HvFJK2gGzGnr_AkpL6KPrU0NE8Bwgteibro1GNJyI9gMIdSgpAC9YIRGUTxNS5n6yER104Y/s400/IMG_5218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483794614516776578" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ-eCzBFtdB0oexDWTWCwwL5WZOYaPA-6dLlblH6EUjDMaAfP2zyQ_9b7hTew1uGuIRSIIhJSbEL0wOOFJaqd9IeoiFKGpVZf60JDN_N8T1ODH30R_bq-PIK0q6hC570Pn6RuR_CrQHI/s1600/IMG_8467.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ-eCzBFtdB0oexDWTWCwwL5WZOYaPA-6dLlblH6EUjDMaAfP2zyQ_9b7hTew1uGuIRSIIhJSbEL0wOOFJaqd9IeoiFKGpVZf60JDN_N8T1ODH30R_bq-PIK0q6hC570Pn6RuR_CrQHI/s400/IMG_8467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483793908339662370" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As I levelled the camera towards it, or, more accurately, at the staircase to an overpass in front of it, a passer by in a tailored suit asked me, extremely politely, if he could ask me politely what I was photographing. Figuring this for a be-suited spook I smiled, hiding my nerves, equally politely, chuckled, and mumbled something about oh, the stairs, angles, trying to catch something, nothing, pedestrians, you know, why? Suddenly it was his turn to look nervous, frightened, even, and clam up, perhaps a mark had been overstepped, perhaps it was me that was the spook, on a mission, oh nothing, just wondering, interesting, walked off, nothing there. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhD736LmUgr7_wJoG3M6ynzbtwxgAzvtisF4jy0UbGmgexOl_HbDHnz8gooRvSl84cR7XWPw-rwq3z2Nm8bkIAHxHZDdlL4xpVT39RI1L99M3qYKg49OxobsJU6vbacBghlzWPo5_jQs/s1600/IMG_5690.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhD736LmUgr7_wJoG3M6ynzbtwxgAzvtisF4jy0UbGmgexOl_HbDHnz8gooRvSl84cR7XWPw-rwq3z2Nm8bkIAHxHZDdlL4xpVT39RI1L99M3qYKg49OxobsJU6vbacBghlzWPo5_jQs/s400/IMG_5690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483793499542028482" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And there was indeed nothing there, at Vauxhall, that must be photographed, around this so attentively ignored building, which to aim a camera at to shoot was both dubious and, no, no, quite normal, this photogenic landmark which, as it wasn't there couldn't be photographed. Because this absence which the man and I had been alluding to by avoidance by no means owed itself to the presence of the Services alone. In fact, it might just as well be said that both the presence and the absence of the Services at Vauxhall arose from facts about the place itself, and, although it took the man's question to make me realise it, perhaps, these were the facts I was trying to pin by aiming at the building whose absence was perhaps anyway best explained, after all, by its being only their reflection.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcJMsQrDLPI4HPjkZ4xTEzB6enqzzOrsWdMKSW85hcD4xLbK6HxjBh2bwDcIO1n25o2Hc9aSrolt_VaPdAkyaemc_1Hw_aGYfiA7I6N4gDBKnBuzSoxhxQfdrMigeFcweTwJ1FVzxoE/s1600/IMG_4911.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcJMsQrDLPI4HPjkZ4xTEzB6enqzzOrsWdMKSW85hcD4xLbK6HxjBh2bwDcIO1n25o2Hc9aSrolt_VaPdAkyaemc_1Hw_aGYfiA7I6N4gDBKnBuzSoxhxQfdrMigeFcweTwJ1FVzxoE/s400/IMG_4911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792153222581410" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xhz97DxvOjntSSbfSZwANuk8bCer-Pq26KMpFJTZ7wO-0YmbVNyMKpXgKmr36Ki1x4XlaNuZUcbv7vwYV_awhidEiU-fiwQqfeA0ggZW7Ot94e42HDkTdo0g5euJ-gxzTAriquOy5vo/s1600/IMG_5434.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xhz97DxvOjntSSbfSZwANuk8bCer-Pq26KMpFJTZ7wO-0YmbVNyMKpXgKmr36Ki1x4XlaNuZUcbv7vwYV_awhidEiU-fiwQqfeA0ggZW7Ot94e42HDkTdo0g5euJ-gxzTAriquOy5vo/s400/IMG_5434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483791649257445314" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Because if the SIS headquarters reflected this absence in photographic form, surely also, for instance, did the bus shelter, which shares something of the building across from it, and, as it can have no relation to function, can only arise from place. One of Vauxhall's most notorious landmarks, its fame, once lying in its design ingenuity in turning a monstrous traffic hub into an impressive location by means both light and strident, more recently attaches to its being the object of one of the earliest and most </span><a href="http://polishrail.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/police-terrorise-vauxhall-tourists/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">intriguing applications of the terror panic</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, an Austrian tourist having been forced to delete his shots of it by local policemen suggesting he might be plotting to destroy it by photographic means. As embodied in these facing locations, the atmosphere of Vauxhall, then, is to be found in this flirtation with presence and absence, or - a refinement of wording you find on wandering elsewhere - and distance.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAriN2_M-HB_R_6cPTaEXD7F-4d_2sQFd7JRPHCnGkjgBLh_OkhE1YNPLXwO3zmKX43cS-i6d9T70VYY6VZnbuemI2VhxQNPCMrxiWXrDcHdZZZFWm79QLg23EqhRXAjv1sKR2di5tms/s1600/IMG_5494.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAriN2_M-HB_R_6cPTaEXD7F-4d_2sQFd7JRPHCnGkjgBLh_OkhE1YNPLXwO3zmKX43cS-i6d9T70VYY6VZnbuemI2VhxQNPCMrxiWXrDcHdZZZFWm79QLg23EqhRXAjv1sKR2di5tms/s400/IMG_5494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483791244238869346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLfDIuihy08iivIx-FAOMHAvxLDmGdzJf3uuwdcOpJqL25xO46zbL_JoqFFtATgEIP1EY6AmQIIx_eidavUr37zAZKsRVUHiQ9Lv4DZnZBp8hvIeNTxCvfXeay2W3DKOQ1qkVmJIGG6I/s1600/IMG_5839.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLfDIuihy08iivIx-FAOMHAvxLDmGdzJf3uuwdcOpJqL25xO46zbL_JoqFFtATgEIP1EY6AmQIIx_eidavUr37zAZKsRVUHiQ9Lv4DZnZBp8hvIeNTxCvfXeay2W3DKOQ1qkVmJIGG6I/s400/IMG_5839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483790740123352226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The basic facts of Vauxhall's local history, as almost anywhere in the city, are so frequently repeated on the net and in the literature the source in some original becomes doubtful, unnecessary, the place it names an embarrassment, without measure, by turns a disappointment and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">de trop</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. These facts I myself was more familiar with as I explored than I was with the area they were supposed to relate to, a place I hadn't been to for some years, and perhaps the first hints of the event occurring were dropped by this sense of unmeasure, of having walked out of the description into the place described, on the one hand, and, on the other, though, having been unable to do so, of visiting not the place but the description, or at least, something that kept referring me back to it, its antichamber, redundant, as I say, except as a way to that description, dependent on it, all paths there, in whichever way they led, leading back to it, everything a sign to a description of Vauxhall, nothing you could determine on as the place.</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCRXo3y3VqhSDb_HgBpfjm-muihRpEg6zVgZI6NwNmlmOFaeAqUn0ws2Ngi2iK68w52Bw22-OCBFo8FdTlyQA7Y0hU_A6Oc32BNoBJf30aWL2NoHjRmvbirOTCBFRKEplEn4IGn02L0Y/s1600/IMG_5171.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCRXo3y3VqhSDb_HgBpfjm-muihRpEg6zVgZI6NwNmlmOFaeAqUn0ws2Ngi2iK68w52Bw22-OCBFo8FdTlyQA7Y0hU_A6Oc32BNoBJf30aWL2NoHjRmvbirOTCBFRKEplEn4IGn02L0Y/s400/IMG_5171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483790389055405682" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And yet, perhaps that disparity is an important part of what Vauxhall itself is, I reflected, perhaps even the very name encapsulates this in its mixture of anonymity and notoriety, each concealed behind the other. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjoKCVvOGKO7hjuvxp-SoW_JuZcuhEbBKX1gRl1EGay9DO3LjZ1923ivat7YGvPOxwxCDPaWaSj0YvCvzjYjGmRnp6ZpR0SbyMJW9m_n4roW2k_vGkuYIX1EhZxDXFJps6T4vRIiY-P5o/s1600/IMG_5845.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjoKCVvOGKO7hjuvxp-SoW_JuZcuhEbBKX1gRl1EGay9DO3LjZ1923ivat7YGvPOxwxCDPaWaSj0YvCvzjYjGmRnp6ZpR0SbyMJW9m_n4roW2k_vGkuYIX1EhZxDXFJps6T4vRIiY-P5o/s400/IMG_5845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483790103919259362" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjM0kge9I0454g56PT6LbKxM2d1TO-j6KdnLHYHdSPI333JFp6gGP77ap6IJo0AYps3-uuf1dLWkBJwgFk3WKdsPBdsCIPBKvz3oYg1uzhRiwZYamT2cH4eZcnUSUzWlKcd6AM8ZItQU/s1600/IMG_5647.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjM0kge9I0454g56PT6LbKxM2d1TO-j6KdnLHYHdSPI333JFp6gGP77ap6IJo0AYps3-uuf1dLWkBJwgFk3WKdsPBdsCIPBKvz3oYg1uzhRiwZYamT2cH4eZcnUSUzWlKcd6AM8ZItQU/s400/IMG_5647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483789163078165346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The origin of 'Vauxhall' comes from the Fawkes family's having halled there, stored the explosives, even, of </span><a href="http://www.vauxhallandkennington.org.uk/history.shtml"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the notorious plot</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. At that time, Vauxhall already had something of the paradoxical atmosphere it has now - perhaps it was this that drew them into their bold attempt but also lulled them into incautiousness, living as they did in London's most least central area - of being so far away you could safely hide barrels of gunpowder in what seemed relative security, and yet of being only a few dozen oar strokes from the seat of the government. Even after centuries of building, this quality of distance in proximity has never left the place, and, still, nowhere else in London is it so acutely reproduced. Within yawning distance of the Houses of Parliament, one corner of the Spring Gardens rich with the smell of a City Farm, another plotted into allotments, it is here that the </span><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/missile-launcher-in-mi6-attack-was-new-to-uk-698787.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">IRA came to launch their rocket</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> at the SIS building, here the coachies unwind, sunbathing or watching the strippers after dumping the tourists in Westminster and parking round the gardens, that staff from the little Portugal that is the Madeira café/dehli stretch, London home from home of the expat Pastilla, come to lie down, stretch out, snooze. All these things, as I tried to get a handle on the atmosphere, certainly must have contributed to my sense of being absent both from the name in the place, and from the place in the name, but while at the same time escaping from neither into either. And, perhaps strangest of all, however specific to Vauxhall was the feeling, it was the feeling I've described as having had elsewhere, the feeling I've described in all my posts.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rnbwoJ9phGJJo6NcTM5Xg-a81NZAN_B2FFr_BfDzoSpcjGLsKB4caFtVrR4Wl8yI5_xkMAFDsHwhS9JBRzESp2UZxMNQIyhbsW05Aslw5AeU8V-zK0D6GasNGpdxr22xPc0byRvXAmU/s1600/IMG_6068.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rnbwoJ9phGJJo6NcTM5Xg-a81NZAN_B2FFr_BfDzoSpcjGLsKB4caFtVrR4Wl8yI5_xkMAFDsHwhS9JBRzESp2UZxMNQIyhbsW05Aslw5AeU8V-zK0D6GasNGpdxr22xPc0byRvXAmU/s400/IMG_6068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483788684674487490" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This, then, was the sense, aiming at the staircase up and over the road, I was levelling my camera at to record when the suspicious conversation occurred.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwNQSwJCARPAtmIJ8EFkx1x6YiqZo82C_IINZa-ZtwmtwtFGovwN7CrAGsUpg1VLngUW6VGUPkqJDCdi5-pXC5wo206zwf7vpcTWjic9K0uqaiL7gQze757O2-nJ0Q9kyRuXgFnZgZPU/s1600/IMG_5451.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwNQSwJCARPAtmIJ8EFkx1x6YiqZo82C_IINZa-ZtwmtwtFGovwN7CrAGsUpg1VLngUW6VGUPkqJDCdi5-pXC5wo206zwf7vpcTWjic9K0uqaiL7gQze757O2-nJ0Q9kyRuXgFnZgZPU/s400/IMG_5451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483788241175176498" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibORxasAdbajE6l952CouxBYYZ9zxs0CbX5OVwV7YvvMpds1oMoc3qIZDmlF47RnvYQIuIvJ8MM72_EtzI6KD41t8ytgmhC564_ko_4_I-9I6XCoBaCbVEyaiMKemq7E_2y2rjXZpZxbw/s1600/IMG_4816.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibORxasAdbajE6l952CouxBYYZ9zxs0CbX5OVwV7YvvMpds1oMoc3qIZDmlF47RnvYQIuIvJ8MM72_EtzI6KD41t8ytgmhC564_ko_4_I-9I6XCoBaCbVEyaiMKemq7E_2y2rjXZpZxbw/s400/IMG_4816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787689880324226" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The political senses of 'plot', before their re-alignment, referred primarily either to the area of cultivated land or the mapping of a nautical course. It was the Fawkes who brought us the modern, political sense, and, indirectly thereby, the fictional, thanks to the playwrights of the time, the Beaumonts and Jonsons, who, obviously enjoying the political connotations, the incendiary hiding within the innocent, introduced its uses for the course of imaginary action, drama itself at the time still a dangerous enough practice to lend the analogy reality, the production of a play potential challenge to Parliament and Crown.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcoS94pS6iSBsbgkGzPOtwO35xAg85CMB-GBipnMG60d35Mk_hVyZPYKl8ZgI7iCpSKUyYGUqYtoaA7wPlf4krjRXpfQeG8ucdEdnIs06AuG1zyBjlWAw1-CosTgZltP6HE2yNHLCSkM/s1600/IMG_5130.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcoS94pS6iSBsbgkGzPOtwO35xAg85CMB-GBipnMG60d35Mk_hVyZPYKl8ZgI7iCpSKUyYGUqYtoaA7wPlf4krjRXpfQeG8ucdEdnIs06AuG1zyBjlWAw1-CosTgZltP6HE2yNHLCSkM/s400/IMG_5130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786873476511058" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But what pinned the place most famously to the map, of course, is the </span><a href="http://www.vauxhallgardens.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pleasure or Spring Gardens</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> that were, their bringing together of social highs and lows, admirably represented now at the Museum of London listening to the finest music, admiring innovative artworks, getting drunk, and, the thorn in this Elysian being that money here changed hands, coming to rub more than only shoulders. </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8Tjf6We1R8dY_uxRpD0qy4nsbTHb4p2OHbXFXHFSBwBDCsZV6z-sSCzoaud7XmveS0pH4FmutHdFNm9GaWjlZnu5U0Wtc3GwNpx86VWYTMMF3WOnvsSVFfPN4m9OtEYn7a_PfbbMS74/s1600/IMG_4909.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8Tjf6We1R8dY_uxRpD0qy4nsbTHb4p2OHbXFXHFSBwBDCsZV6z-sSCzoaud7XmveS0pH4FmutHdFNm9GaWjlZnu5U0Wtc3GwNpx86VWYTMMF3WOnvsSVFfPN4m9OtEYn7a_PfbbMS74/s400/IMG_4909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786408980692530" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So much for the landward side. The travails and travels of the sounds, too, are well rehearsed, from Falks to Fawkes, Fawkes Hall through Folk's via Fox to Vaux, or, further afield, how, corrupt but preserved in Vakzal, it somehow came to form the </span><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/yoursay/weird_words/russian/waterloo_and_vauxhall_vauxhall.shtml"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Russian for train station</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, some contemporary visitors' mind merging the excitement, splendour, notoriety of the entertainment with the density of the transport hub.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfzJMkSbdae3Kz2kopnCEnV66FZEDPN7jcF6MuER8sJblis1V2H2Bw3mW2bkF_48xvqq0LA_Nowc4nGBAJcE0N5pkg3NkC_Zgz8Thx-xxTugASA5C1yA-YfLb8zawcWDkElpbilEFIHo/s1600/IMG_5527.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfzJMkSbdae3Kz2kopnCEnV66FZEDPN7jcF6MuER8sJblis1V2H2Bw3mW2bkF_48xvqq0LA_Nowc4nGBAJcE0N5pkg3NkC_Zgz8Thx-xxTugASA5C1yA-YfLb8zawcWDkElpbilEFIHo/s400/IMG_5527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483785885947677922" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">All these things I felt I heard there, still, and saw, wandering the park and environs, more or less entangled or clear. The trains rumbling by, the cars timed to lights, perhaps even the high-performance bikes tested in the park had, it appears, in fact all been looped into a musical composition, staking a claim back on the place from the anonymous forces of business interests and local authority apathy, with historical references and present activity weaving back and forth in search of resonances, habitable consistencies, emplotted plots, by </span><a href="http://vauxhallpleasure.annabest.info/broadsheet.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Vauxhall Pleasure</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. Whatever the place is or will be, it will be via what it has been, and, of course, in all it has been, greater than any other moment, greater, doubtless, than anything it will be ever again, the Pleasure or Spring Gardens.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJQ_APEZrhUK6azgw4AeqajPdpcae-lVbHs0NfigULb4TxQYI6mVXx1NuN2jD1qv1JbsBMa6jkn9Ym0eWperlszDFAHTIQkqXf-Ff1rgQuaE20aF9rtyjYsQhEZGcQfJTH6M0sK3l_C8/s1600/IMG_5086.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJQ_APEZrhUK6azgw4AeqajPdpcae-lVbHs0NfigULb4TxQYI6mVXx1NuN2jD1qv1JbsBMa6jkn9Ym0eWperlszDFAHTIQkqXf-Ff1rgQuaE20aF9rtyjYsQhEZGcQfJTH6M0sK3l_C8/s400/IMG_5086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483784108584128994" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2sAsQn6kT361LkLEXlV0iZzQQrdireHz7E8U2Oict5BazRgVikgnJmLcX0PSm2vbc_5PmKx2xlned8BzCkhGe0nnqklEaScDxgt-UEc5JdbjrhARVRBrHMNvxC5sjXiFx7ezXqRLFaE/s1600/IMG_5241.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2sAsQn6kT361LkLEXlV0iZzQQrdireHz7E8U2Oict5BazRgVikgnJmLcX0PSm2vbc_5PmKx2xlned8BzCkhGe0nnqklEaScDxgt-UEc5JdbjrhARVRBrHMNvxC5sjXiFx7ezXqRLFaE/s400/IMG_5241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483782598989199138" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And yet, the most perfunctory net trawl will also tell you the Spring Gardens have long since been destroyed, built over. That the houses that replaced them have themselves now been replaced by these new gardens bearing in reference the old name can no more make us think them back than a trip to the exhibit of the Museum of London. And yet, it is there that they were that they are. When we look at the ground, there it was, still named that way again. There was little sense trying to think of the place independently of the name. Developments in the name</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">- Fawkes, Folks, Vakz - anyway paralleled those on the ground, the sounds shifts in the earth. What the name names it takes with it as it changes, and the changes take the name.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtrxkyVf7HcYEWI2MCV3QJMfgIaywY8nQO_DTzP9fEfg0EjgZ3dfS5cMs-ihkN-n6U1fLlt5F_hmzLpT434A8H0P1g93_jM_9UXI2LDqfKsVLdD8rkPHwv-MQcLTVUg4o8yo2vAGb-4k/s1600/IMG_5987.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtrxkyVf7HcYEWI2MCV3QJMfgIaywY8nQO_DTzP9fEfg0EjgZ3dfS5cMs-ihkN-n6U1fLlt5F_hmzLpT434A8H0P1g93_jM_9UXI2LDqfKsVLdD8rkPHwv-MQcLTVUg4o8yo2vAGb-4k/s400/IMG_5987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483782135417296306" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhUaz97W08DryavATcKXyxaAfpRVniK_qEHwKN8ViOsNOmTEDntH1o9cgESpIm9iSC6Kmaocx8rIEgDRGo3-zlhdXq8b5VcOVa4jQxbgxKotpU2wpARQly8QeBDd-q8dcCO6D7GVfzcA/s1600/IMG_5024.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhUaz97W08DryavATcKXyxaAfpRVniK_qEHwKN8ViOsNOmTEDntH1o9cgESpIm9iSC6Kmaocx8rIEgDRGo3-zlhdXq8b5VcOVa4jQxbgxKotpU2wpARQly8QeBDd-q8dcCO6D7GVfzcA/s400/IMG_5024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483798120235177858" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And this, doubtless, was the logic that, finger on the shutter, I glimpsed in front of the SIS, the point I've come to see as the disaster, the place changing the same. Whether I caught it or not, I can't say, this sense that what you wander around is not the place, but its image, the place itself an image of something before it's a place, that you sense, experience, even, but conceal, bury as you do, but can still wander there even as you bury it, uncovering it.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijo1AevDRa-IB8zGrb4QtspJExObBchZ3b3Uzbyn9ieYsb_n-itugo02qJHEUuEENgXy0TRTE7hvtb-goLAJVqA9w4UflfIr_3xgB9BJsbl6RrJsB2b3wGKeUucQ0Sz-N6_HlwaaWwaTo/s1600/IMG_6064.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijo1AevDRa-IB8zGrb4QtspJExObBchZ3b3Uzbyn9ieYsb_n-itugo02qJHEUuEENgXy0TRTE7hvtb-goLAJVqA9w4UflfIr_3xgB9BJsbl6RrJsB2b3wGKeUucQ0Sz-N6_HlwaaWwaTo/s400/IMG_6064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483781767269274818" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The point for me for the site is that of trying to get under, behind the name, to some sort of place independent of the name that would be the meeting of the three blogs - where the Archaeologist's other beings are, Landlord's signs are, perhaps, where my props and the things meet, the ruin. But whether this was the window I hoped to be looking through with the camera, glimpse of what's out there, then, clearly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I finally have to doubt.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZ69Mb5XZIhfqzgKlB9B_rbweJn92NYc_Eh8YEmhFHGj2trjAUyXp3LCALCTWC3D2L3DCDc8cZZj-3Jfva48MbmkEjZXzRGMms8sVsD10nujGJjIFgBrI4gGofD3nuE6AK6iS_ATGnHo/s1600/IMG_6100.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZ69Mb5XZIhfqzgKlB9B_rbweJn92NYc_Eh8YEmhFHGj2trjAUyXp3LCALCTWC3D2L3DCDc8cZZj-3Jfva48MbmkEjZXzRGMms8sVsD10nujGJjIFgBrI4gGofD3nuE6AK6iS_ATGnHo/s400/IMG_6100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483781125738805186" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDhSYVDhURiG_16zsiEva4vGFKCALiQz2TR1dAO7cWsYEah7xZjFbezL-cboGU9EYaSdh1y2EbXELzUqRPl4tbs2jT8_BNsSTS_hvZ4iLUmrdzUlgNAZRnee_Wm9NCJ3WGzaurVcTsVw/s1600/IMG_4951.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDhSYVDhURiG_16zsiEva4vGFKCALiQz2TR1dAO7cWsYEah7xZjFbezL-cboGU9EYaSdh1y2EbXELzUqRPl4tbs2jT8_BNsSTS_hvZ4iLUmrdzUlgNAZRnee_Wm9NCJ3WGzaurVcTsVw/s400/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483780718648705922" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlJ1-X1C63Sep8LQlcPy9BtgM63T8s3dlQuoZMevtBuLdklq2V9goZfzxdvXI6wEhQJLnRu-NCv9NK5y4FsFpsc9ZDl1r7kx2uiyosQctnYsxhY2jsR6teFZpT3mV3namiZuJqbNacpY/s1600/IMG_5669.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlJ1-X1C63Sep8LQlcPy9BtgM63T8s3dlQuoZMevtBuLdklq2V9goZfzxdvXI6wEhQJLnRu-NCv9NK5y4FsFpsc9ZDl1r7kx2uiyosQctnYsxhY2jsR6teFZpT3mV3namiZuJqbNacpY/s400/IMG_5669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483780206510201298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-27388460267785905862010-05-23T10:59:00.000-07:002010-05-27T12:24:21.137-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Serpentine stories</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by The Landless Landlord</span></i></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJUuBFgLDdlhtJS8crolaMcRcUZZvzdMsPso9cLSENlOE5oCRFOyqhm8u89XJQ9Uvs1dipBzSrgbDWCm5M-ttyKvemrndqmPXQbEREkGxDxQynXY6WdHd48IwScZ2j3fFv2IjDOTzTS8/s400/IMG_4124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475592593158270514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmjuFyz-Lxg_KcoXMqhAQ_HVhyphenhyphen6vpLMzo7ZjCCB78Xh1AbZB3fyadq2lhsrDvIxCwlXYy6uim7rkHQT2Ts_yFk7j8SwpHJCPNlOfu2gSZEvks-Ijvoi1n76I-UQz1dGpLpDh5lnoxo48/s400/IMG_8042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475600230688255490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRYoOrdnvkAWRsV5TDy7a2SU9Y-O2OvhXoiThn5ENTZx66rU6dWnkS7n3lS1DDof54o2WZ_ZSqa1NhlYndhA2DH-QVy4arDESor4a3fjbT_Dxv5sDWqjKxfe7AKvipLpkt_uaAqClAiE/s400/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475582841280546530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's possible to see things that aren't there, of course, sometimes unavoidable; as an ability advantageous, it's biologically necessary, presumably, to survival - of the species no less than of the individual; of this blog.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSsayfe6bVcVUVMBRI9nOcCQ5gTfeSirHuHi5nTrvh9EheCnyi4NBjhkZNLUl3pzpY1GkGaSxrQhdeD1TxQYJ9eE-dUsXAm95Kr9dZV4OjjMhxy1m3oq8NM3eKZ8te3K3oebbjKp3o3w/s400/IMG_4327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475593221079254194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhZoFv1fOJCOX6BQ-hipXSBhOPYaMMPX4pE10g3qufi6ju8FFO3SMAUZH7rxEuxu_ZCr0f-Mq8u3hBXoALANKLuvSALg0VGosh0z8NQZLc315XugV3q5P5wLT43MZjAfxcJVAwQlXDHI/s400/IMG_8115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475601295679935330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Following the <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/05/search-for-real-west-end-i-was-at-west.html">first Westbourne post</a>, the New West End, my co-bloggers both felt that I was onto something that needed further research. It was one of our regular <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-about-soho.html">Foyles</a> meets. They were working their posts, they assured each other, but needed a breakthrough of some sort, something to keep them in touch with the purpose of the project. I seemed to be it. If the aim of this blog's an archaeology of the present, the Archaeologist thought, finding those lives, customs, practices and beliefs of the city that remain concealed even from its own eyes, my dowsing, he believed, into the life of unseen rivers must be at least one way forward. But if seeing one thing in another, the Windowless added, might prove to be even nearer the heart of the project, as she claimed to in her <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/02/notes-from-pompidou-by-windowless.html">Situation Is Movement post</a> - seeing beyond another - to get to the heart of what an area is, how it changes, what it might become, then the work on the Westbourne must be considered with still more rigour. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOHKeesNOAiJqj4AQTmYWXGB_lNJoPJ4C4uyzqH6SxXU0-OfdqDNIHVKvaXRrOyxFkdFmSB1WcQ-EyaOxR12ZzHxNj1kmARNRt54jGYTHBMdCp5cbJZ22eOS8M8I9PKQxQ73ZFALQMk4/s400/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475583978570862802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvtlQ2ywrLcahgdU78CZuPHO8Z8wnNI5vO6bD0r5QZzrywOAHCf78qt9leZX_6F7R_0x49BSApejJnTToLdLDDdqZSfzWMwN_yEIwJtiJv55dpe5U4RmPEC8OjbiojrnPL3pF18YKBYg/s400/IMG_4006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475589973100756658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If perhaps it was where their two takes on the project met, I might be able to feed them both with a lead.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhr8MaOfVo3J-vRyHaKZ3LXk1ZbPZb-EKhx2732G5PAZYXd_H3j4xJyCo1AtJQjnzS8fZ4Cx2ssUUunXYIXp4ZUEX1fnDLxi_yDQCxp40NnQzorhjSsV8yQjmPxJscr2vovVO7tDXEljc/s400/IMG_8085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475600932359364114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV22ScZ8guVLSNnOvFruEfnjxcldInyyUiZeTnJnLF7JvwLRQ-C-eICCgMzfxg0tT5ErBPxtLmLLe-ihR1uIdu68I_Jxp8votmtfzHNVt7u3CK2jMZz8IULMjDkx0MmBg24vQZn3qCOL8/s400/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475655178839161698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This seemed a lot to lay on my shoulders, and perhaps they could help. They looked at each other then, as though to see who should speak first, determining on the Windowless. The park, was the Windowless' suggestion at least for a beginning, the Westbourne having, she pointed out, wound its way through there and into its form. Beyond that - on what to look for, where to find it and how - they clammed up. Same as always, was all. Above all, the Windowless suggested, handing me the camera she was lending me till I can afford such a model of my own, not too much plan. If there was one thing we could all be said to be learning, it was that.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnw3KsdV4MSqnsR_f9b9iaNOBi4394hyphenhyphenPHcaf40JLwhGU24wwk1xeXdbpaSUA8OM64N3ltPm6YCySuzpzqj4b2j2S4f4AvqNXMfGXiB8ay7i4xORbQRid_vY5mRlZ-a3lWYZ5F_3hy2g/s400/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584337526410178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3NlY9rR9UQBb-RuzPq5Gt1vpCYMzGpujof-_QWIxMbx9NyJg-gAqK6Dl-Y9SNWxDTrR0wAo3IxlO8GEmi-CwBncuTfIeX3RzWJ3yHfQ88_w62p2He_uqVodtsjRcHb0Sefv-4kFdAUg/s400/IMG_4416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475595796206081346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /></span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I already recalled that the Westbourne does indeed make its presence felt most clearly visibly in the park, where Queen Caroline had it dammed and diverted into the <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=serpentine%20lake&oe=UTF-8&redir_esc=&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl">Serpentine</a>, and, within a few hours of our café meeting, I was to be lying back contentedly, clutching, in the camera and its chip, record, I believed, of some significance.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCc7p25G2H9h5I0ycxESGqX2VLNDK9llYZo5N0Lu8R8k-6SusxR3j9XQ4eMpmXUlx_9AELE4VySo0JMq5ll4uni0t432k-sTL5zErXlS7lNhiiOfveR1ESjpZXYP3UJG6pq8K48X2tLA/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475293021790667842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCu4HSGt1O2kHOscvi7kSmsEkZtRtwQTrAXjRJ_T2UpMF3WqFANMGMM06LD-obppWCW1eSjIpVcFsLegC63baLWH-0uNJc94vR6qgsglrCh-qv2lgzO3XTxeqwmzCV4qmPhPhmL5Di0Q/s400/IMG_4114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475592207151736946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It will already have been noticed that I enjoy refreshments, particularly liquid, so it was not long before I found myself in the Serpentine, let's say Café, in search of, say, a coffee. To find the place as changed as it was in design was surprise enough, with not only wooden tables and chairs, but also sofas, standard lamps with old-fashioned shades, like in a home, flowers in old milk bottles, books dotted about on shelves, browny paint shades instead of white. To see that they've installed what can only be called a bar there, furnished, what's more, with taps, was sufficiently surprising to mean completely rethinking my plan for the day, and not just the idea of ordering coffee. Surely all this meant the Serpentine Café should more properly be called the Serpentine Pub. That being the case, surely my search was over: this was my first boozer named after a section of the Westbourne River - I'd arrived. A couple of shots of the café, even without a sign, would surely be what I'd been sent for: images for a post.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4zOLiwFu__NH1NKRwu6euQ1oodbAxUlL8yvmPSZD5-9F8DjqhkZHRFjbQ_ELwHt5JtOSP_UYi1az-gP1O__uqKS-tnt6VvXxM7Mlri4DnrNy_bkQS22Pu2saVsvw21AM8MKBVdUUps4/s400/IMG_4463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596996813409186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQNU9rYQXwXZr4tlpKpL3Mfu4FhNAq5z8VQ4HNex6_RufbnngWu0h8tFpChyiD4n9JgblprvBbZ7MLtn3kgd89V2uNreCAbsQa0wNF6BGLwRJlUWB5XCHGfmQMofVQhGAqxLjbJjhxKM/s400/IMG_3921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587133230696594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was these I clutched in the camera as I bobbed, rays from the evening sun playing on my eyelids, drifting over the lake, dozing off the fuggy excitement and content of a day's good work and a very reasonable Cornish Doom Bar in day dream - vivid, absorbing even to the point at times of being physically disturbing in the strength of its sort of currents of pleasurable energies, day dream.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeos0cyvRAXbNEe8S1Hv8RBt2Ui8H0bzwyVJPA4bz2FjLRzuqYR6aiN2gfkU0eTNAifRQfTEVDJpn_5B-39t23SpAPwy8GK68Bx41swkqWbpdWkj85_LXNNFrMaqpuD2GFcdtUv8LTwFs/s400/IMG_4405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475594233142504562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVVNN7H9uFhRNkEDSB8su0aphuxTgEa7qwS3d0XW24Y1qetYMUkSJurV7OuzLuAyo7twapwdMdpCHGENwOJfoDaJ_PTd_0BsAGOQOvhdfSY4BWYjckK1xXRmUaV7GI93iy7wdyeBuHW8/s400/IMG_3577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597777286484162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was only late that evening, at home, transferring them onto the computer, I realised just what I'd caught with the images.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIzpjbOmbjTjSj1HMbwttuFcG__cR1cHt23_cjCDuyWHDqCFOPt_wYGhY0f3vDbfHUcnk462soifeXO-ttqLPbj4uSPu4jg85DYasuMpV6h8hLqK8KcQZLthVnieG4M_8ESzRdE3APJ8/s400/IMG_4077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475659303770038658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Lying back bobbing in the pedal boat, I'd had this sense of rushing along on a current mixing the blood I saw from the sun through the eyelids and the river, its movements exaggerated through the effects of a narrow pass, white waters over rocks and out again to calm, opening my eyes to find myself in a kind of present coextensive with, but behind or beyond the apparent present park after or before it in a much wilder state. The idea that I'd somehow managed to capture something of this shouldn't perhaps have surprised me.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOJqmluxt1gd3qubnXl7otxPCxVozvEpo1vATi8G4MHYNRLR-8pZ33uZiT5qqbjJOAsCpVeNxxBD0zZhauyOiIZ7sn7mdDlafaa6eLzQ73aoSKsl1LZHY_JOjZ7kcNNFczrNf6lFsDXk/s400/IMG_4348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475619440712170978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmnIhDbf6oHpJNvSYgtDylsPH2c7pGj0-rH21_S7NG6BnbhbikK3afpmIFwPLMuztDsiSXWb20ROwM9O0kxwP7vyOrGfbfsIQ7SG9aAlcqUGohLwAhn2rHoGM6L3BPQu_E1Sks9_I2rg/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475583192888889026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The camera essentially reproduces the human visual apparatus - with the digital sensor, even down to the colour division and reconstitution of the cones with a sensitivity in many features surpassing the eye's. Anything that can be seen, then, can be photographed, and to spare. What's perhaps under-acknowledged is that even those absent things that the eye sees are amenable to photographic representation. So it was that I found the mountains, lakes, fields, animals, even, captured in the camera card were those, not only that I'd consciously perceived as external, but also of my closed-eyed reverie in the pedalo.</span></p> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIVUtwdL_mUMdxZgjglj_Ip2ovE1G25zvlTBDdJUXVbCEyyIS-zMgHBReQEbkOVn6ltvUGmHXX7LcNecZGwLnyDviWiw_8HxANxDFu85eGFzFNRZHZO_1rBm3lpifReaKvqn-wGABRco/s400/IMG_3767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475585795505259122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcEFdbaDgx20QTH7crvjXzb8k7adTU6J7IvIGYtKlhih3x1FiqAV7ndcw-K6kcPhdJwK88TVpzhqThDW42QlNXFhnbBNMFTImtgeUjLd8pxkVn2A19SmndQsz3Fmm7vQKIGZtmpKe5TU/s400/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475294541163943618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thoughts like that, it has to be said, are easier to entertain late in the night of the day's excitement than after a sleep, and, by the time of our next Foyle's meeting I was considering alternative explanations. If the Serpentine fed the Wesbourne on its way to the Thames, couldn't the rushing I'd felt with my closed eyes have been the pedal skiff born quite literally into some new landscape, perhaps underground, accessed by a rarely taken twist in the culverts so <a href="http://www.silentuk.com/writeups/westbourne.html">carefully explored elsewhere</a>, represented there on the memory card, before being born, perhaps by incoming Thames tides, back up to the Serpentine before opening my eyes? If this was too much to stomach, it could nevertheless have been more an influence thing, the fact of the possibility of that sort of thing happening meaning I'd been able to see around me in the park and so photograph things in a way not usually possible, from revealing angles, perhaps, or with original framing or the way the light fell making them recognisable in different ways. The relation of rivers to occult forces is well known, and of the Westbourne in particular <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxhbZxiq82s">recorded</a>. Perhaps it was that.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUct-SwElARtViE64lndfvwJksGahReDeU91777UgT1vcK3OznTLxX7WcRt35waZs3KjvXaH4OOg2MeXPUqCxv33ytFmvhLMFTvNOGRswi2hyphenhyphenUWtJaQBvNbMRYaeiGUnSLRMwjAkX_9Ek/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586703742882786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRgZ4OhsJgRr0j6hlVm1e4Tlvj3nhhMNRyJB8nHEd-EsaVZrPFs0k-RLJDJGDjWNdV2xPCWyi_Pqv_1v4R6fiaag1YzgRnUSBOB-jAnf7XJS78k9vxuZa1G_vxSZHDSgNMzZnCN46_Zw/s400/IMG_3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586237924755762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The melancholy weariness my co-bloggers greeted these ideas with was at first deflating. The Windowless, they explained, had been to the Lake district over Easter, and had forgotten to clean out her card before lending me the camera - the pictures were hers, from around Windermere. If that was my idea for a post, perhaps they'd put their trust in the wrong place. Besides, the Archaeologist explained, hadn't I realised, the Westbourne had long been too dry to feed the Serpentine, the lakes having had their natural supply replaced by water pumped from the Thames. Only ever decorative in the first place, the feature was by now artificial in the sense of being a mock-up not only of nature, but even of itself.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjF7xjqDuHOUbmaD3EylBubzUIy6L8yUWxHwmpkobC0noyCHEzIXXxjNPhPb85xZq_MwCm1dOypAwzzwKQJK3QsL71LeQB1-qdqsGmBFFEY_sSxXhyphenhyphenosVn2NmHbUCnBTS_GHYn-tx8RB0/s400/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588092176517634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I had, I had to admit, been lazy, distracted, perhaps, by the Doom Bar, but somehow, as I listened, I only found myself more convinced of the significance of the project, and the place of the scenes in the park. I'd have to return for more photographs to prove it to them. There'd been other signs I'd been perhaps too complacent to record that supported something about this idea of the Archaeologist's that the Serpentine, and not only that, but the park itself was a stand-in, a landscaped image of the place it pretended to be. In my day dream, if I'd seen it, although I personally hadn't photographed it, I was sure if I returned I could. The photographs that the Windowless Consultant took on her holiday in Windermere were nothing less than the representations of the visions I'd had on the Serpentine of the life beyond the park within. All I'd need would be shots of the transition points, the park's borders, its car showrooms, hotels and estate agencies, above all, the bus stops, roads and cafés of its outskirts to make of the Serpentine, the sign of a river it isn't, the sign of a pub it could be.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEc5JcmUtQtM65zjV5Sf78CMMVDRP6OoFtFLIyfW9HpGwl5zBEmQc8VnrKTo09JkiykP3z1y3TjV8q0d-MjOjzkotHc1-QZwx5lJvss-gR8dp_Zf79oGAxnFus6K7c7jSBqAY7G2JsAA/s400/IMG_4128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475592931166880530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFzJC988qd6qr_BVs6lrKw4vThTanW5vDObt8qHc_BtdPHJveRQ1gmXeN2KJwSDf_XtHZ3lqY8k7WL7cMA557r9YldIvWd51KzkyBPjg9KyAETs0cp4suX3GbtFwkz67yrApAd4RvysU/s400/IMG_8082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475600588000991202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0MQ8LFrX8jZ4bEP-9RObgsaLsgZMF3BWHkSErfrWJIZl5ILOd8xoCDhSYqKtLszXD5lDUVM7uifRphWzGNhr3B1dA119pOgZSq98Kn3PXy7IsUxODBckdZYUx2SWpx868GD8fg8QEfvQ/s400/IMG_4053_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475605962326064562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-31084538310507570682010-05-03T07:56:00.000-07:002010-05-22T05:24:55.436-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The Search for Water and the Real West End </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by the Landless Landlord</i></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaK9a95o8tbduLybuJJQe1jU-tjXrokfwOrbKZH5c1w0M9GM8AsRGngZgx4C3XMQqktGWyP27jkNtlN1WM6Ywom4hmPkBVQwclEbB0W6pbxq1bq08njQEQ9kV30X6sX7f2rLW2NLVOr7U/s400/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467114206283120514" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px; " /></span></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y5hClLwM1Lk9rJF_nqsJixANS_3gFznrID7hUXUDliTrseKKXrfZpHTRZ6oMOJJ4ibWkXJLKDVsKrQ1MzqQzUaQhs3zzTZzQPLn4Loa4bbGehgUiaxVHZHs13B86BKUeyA8xmDhxmPc/s400/IMG_3267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467105456962058482" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I was at </span><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&q=west+hampstead+map&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">West Hampstead</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, walking, trying to see. Where is the river Westbourne here, now? What does it look like, how does it sound? These are by no means idle questions to pose of the submerged urban waterway.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's too easy to say of these things they've gone to ground, the concern now of the authorities only - the sewage authorities, drainage, rats, </span><a href="http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=22665&strquery=Westbourne"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">antiquarians</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> and </span><a href="http://sub-urban.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">illegal moles</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, when the thought that stops you looking might be the result of not seeing, hearing, looking.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaIk9CKcLpDn60Ak3DjP933S9rOeh065k7FUbolqYMBluEKA2duEl23QC74HyuXw3IOK4wb-TyGk00a1-94jo1O3qe2CVF3INIlWj-x6cJnlLKMuPTF9waRB6GClQsj2qFNTp36hEbsI/s400/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467114791378212706" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6K6hyll96nqZLTpN-XUEfjT8eOoQoPtJKYvoK9z1iDuVlYpCrVm1mjaqMaK81BT2s9EDRp_V1rCZr_OpobgyZBr97yOSwHReQTjqnzT_wEzLcm1pFIVeZqlISNCVIGD5o0bbvIaWrbEY/s400/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467099252868884290" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px; " /></span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Often these things live on in the pub, at least in name, and it was in search of this I was there. The sign of such a pub would surely be a sign for this blog, last trace of a lost river, affirmation of the social role of the pub, recorder of our collective history, overlooked museum of the street.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVTiOgnkzgblxiD5oKYX7ijiWnjLPlR78tYeHO35aEDi8oYDNoE6gzo0rWY5MaQQQMUgXd-zxrtwaz3o8oLLP07TiT3lnxrE8wxZk9CO_ebQBdYGArAIIqUFhF1UJscNGK9dC_FZ_XYc/s400/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467100251689997314" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px; " /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpcK90LZlHmBh3todmxT1c96nHx934o-OrL-KvV_9rmjtcpgCLVlLv3X8Eal3RG6e7bSlG3C5jSde9sAnxntUcNL_ym5ixoh8BnIGvAOXolbw_keml_FIUmEPbgZI8bhccg18fvaa3sM/s400/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467133196608558626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The course of the river itself's well mapped, with a series of posts of the first water dedicated to it by a </span><a href="http://lndn.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_lndn_archive.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">blogger to follow</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. The very first sentence is quotable: 'Three of London's lost rivers, and arguably the most important, begin in Hampstead.' Because that's a subject worth the argument, the animation rising all the way to kicking out time and, in good company, beyond. Those posts, in fact, were my first recourse in planning the trip, the course of the walk in search of pub signs plotted from that account, inspiration to keep a watch on green patches and water fountains, falls and rises in the road for signs at surface.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriQ-BO2rxCx1uN6xY9wW92g1nTk8BtPUtnlIeVyqtXzxgRVkddL54A5Llup3xLgzUH4bmH5jCWsH1pE1CTle4Qdr_7ij4PvxJJ-QcZGO9A2rS-_8vKcUqleMA5kDMlTMUe51yU6l3Qko/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467110867162365874" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxJp1SC5qoJZYQlg1AHP6JgB08reLGvbxVMor9VVf3ggTqsqh7d0DCrGKXgoMuuAczW4udVbpaBWjg5tAgT6CBOJPvMJ9g_6ZkCbvbpqD6jvAmo1Z3miMhN0M1qoRyuE-EILZIVQIgkU/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112184600817346" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The area I chose to search was a triangle, I came to appreaciate as the day wore on, with</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">one side straight - Shoot Up Hill to Kilburn High - and two distorted, rippling - Mill Lane gently, West End frantic, winding. The choice was governed by three criteria, one for each. West End was the source of the Westbourne; Kilburn, of course, as 'burn' suggests, was the name of the river; Mill Lane, I reasoned, could be interpreted as a reference to a wheel turned by the current. Any sign of a Mill Tavern, a West End Inn, a Kilburn, then, duly photographed, would function as banners; posted on the blog, instruments of resurgence.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislnMb0Py3r400eu30BEb5DayMVOrDQA2oxx7rHB-TWfGtHCkwN4c_Z7X5QmEvViQXVJ-wr1I_4NOgIZIXT_Ecv9rB6lj1MqNtw3Xzo5bd-Hx8W3H0eUctf2_N4CxSy3dAf0j5CcYJk90/s400/IMG_2468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112513112185858" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeVzO1YAFAHQcF3BF-exXm6Tj114wg6f6_FLGZB2sKSFaNT70pDYt-U-j95Qq9HpDSlwueYyolGYJ4vk5hrOT6yqlYzndWY8lAK7ceoyhIo20bwfPt1-5jCPB-HsbRx825cuLzRMXoaU/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467109891472922210" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I touched down at West Hampstead, one of these tube stations on a line that, sharing space in deep sidings with rail, feels always disproportionate, all this space down there, below the level of the houses, so wide with rails, the terraces rising great cliffs above.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63toK7C7ZnnlHeGJMRrjIv2__kVjrvDNkPNOnRvCizisMlchf1UN-wAmUSYy4ysxefe7ahWNiOob5yBcgRowbpOrMjzT3d6BALAGuKwGkn3nj9r0CRQDDkgpKyOcL47L5RDe4WmnlppI/s400/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467102698051490050" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3s9B773kmwJr-ZpMSeGf22fMAI8QT72CZFAw0lBcuSdluoPKcFs5GGOebtpH4WBqG7UETCVcOShWjFmwx2YPash-VTpVZzGsQKK4D-poV6m9fYKQ89okhB591IGwYut_X0splfFwI_w/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467103546889141394" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The street level's defined by rails and the stations they bring, and not only because it was them that brought the dense building to the area, either. The character of the centre, the heart of this street, the sort of intimacy allowing estate agents to tag it 'village', is defined in large part by the intimate size of the shops and the rolling rise and fall arising from the fact it's no more than a viaduct, unassuming Rialto.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhni5EeoxFnRlKuef06y6GKPHCuU-HPU-XobncuguhGmSCbxr2kFjTL4QmjF9ID9bVyhsSiunJTcHN1HT6oyCMVnn1iCvyNQnAd8CH4d_WIaOcD-ahkiuS-wj6lL4KApTefC06gWfIK3g/s400/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467118256317447922" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I snapped the sign of the Railway Tavern for the record, but in no pub on the street found reference to the river, all the way to the green at the top, where I turned onto Mill Lane.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqPv1IKVXZkPcYLvW5hBzr4-EmunWIAC_a21ftx3151UYTGpPpec3JCFw4uAoS3AniMu9Vqur39isc9v6MGJs_Cxfzzw47SoWdhSPudWDUUDcTXtJTFd3Umm2Tcgc2asd9yBBJBZBXYc/s400/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467111384108098514" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaqu9-eiUNr_HyDsysuA8aHgQPc9GqFz4B_CyaVWhM9i3PDsH16JVO6tFW9AkezYEx5S7gHlj1LawU1wyubjP-eak1exvMPayb6-_q8CLHRplvL_Q-LTeQYPotDy26CpQZJYFuGXTF90/s400/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467115893625914850" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was, I began to realise as I made my way down this street, perhaps a bit naïve to have thought I could just go off in search of a pub name associated. There were several places that looked like they might once have been pubs, now converted, and any of these might have born the name, but I should have known things would have changed. Many of the shops there were empty, others just opened. Antiques shops, fancy furniture and framing, the older down at heal, the newer in upmarket taste - everything spoke of resurgence, gentrification, basically change, submergence.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJafwY57aEH65agubQzcRK_JLF-DaCleGQFMJwa5M608bRrHyFggCCMw8PKEn9IECrvyOxyKLIR5YC7ChCGLk0Ih2dwse_HwUP8E1SCpV2rxIXOcB2Zdruzt_KtzkKqx4lmf-JwNsQ78/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467104053246953266" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">By the time I hit Kilburn I'd realised the original project had little hope of success, I think. If the place lacked a Mill why a Kilburn, an area on the surface less aspirational, for many harder to love? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRbv3DjgI9iHwCpeivXvyLOXdwZG-qutfkKi6LwCC606xiXjCVIAVOU9QjFhD7Z_wNK4L5qpQNxrdtB4BulrfxkTGla2mJby5f-xsvpGJM46vJwWP-DXtp9ozQ9ZSPO0_aFj4bNbRz4I/s400/IMG_2787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467101824448614002" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWb5JumL-_PKhC1Wn1z26O8WOrE3qtHiY7QpqjBWYhTG7iqhGTqBWq6vG9nsUDei-W-u2tYldupGYqKLVl4lx_Wwy6gGG1m1vx4W7a8RRhR9y_jfjLrS6_pVZ1mnG7No4pkVE2bh6W1No/s400/IMG_2747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467100778581123330" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">London as a whole, splayed flat on a map, can be considered in shape a spider's web, traversed by myriad infill, but pulled out and pinned down by the ribbons, stretching straight and endlessly out into the countryside from the centres where they converge. These long, straight arterials, however different, always share qualities amongst themselves. Kilburn High, Kingsland, Old Kent, Kennington Park, even in more hidden ways Kensington High or the King's Road share qualities their distance from each other conceals even and above all from their users. Often as not, as at Kilburn, old Roman, they're where the web catches its prey, those drawn to the city not for prosperity, but by need. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zWndW2SVyjkZB3iZoCp51WdGS_upzivXAXU6XK8PiB5P9r2jGVIVZsZNAEDfi5UcF1Am8mKOVCfTnx82W9mBVP9Q9uByFVndJKLO9MLeqb-UPUOtm0aFWLKtaMHSbtDYzBGYESoqbHU/s400/IMG_3137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467119940263062418" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">By now, then, I knew at least to stop looking for what I'd come for. Signs of the river would come in characters, perhaps, unamenable to the board. I combed the betting shops, phone unblocking services, cinemas converted to save souls. Here red brick predominated massively, tall terraces set off with plaster in stripes, key stones, moulded heads, Dutch gables grinning down, occasionally breaking out into gaudy pub front. With this railway ribbon I was in the realms of Kingsland Road and Old Kent, so far from Mill Lane it was impossible I'd just turned off it.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVXOYQzvul8xyvMYS_RQ_Gumx31UklwK65kDgKg5f6gHgE6Fp5K-87AybQYabKnbggTxbYy5bCqlNjPLLZVqFcrQ3gdQnkqvSBICXWpNiSHMhXjg-Remdox6hBRkcu8fijnbE9YyzEZg/s400/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112909954757346" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCymrklhbz1N_ymPNqlNqIJBgB26Ugz6qpsIJypT5N2VaZRceQwHoDdlNegoFilwUVgeKj5OZLfY5gYdkdDpWc8H8c-Mx8yFrUkB5UIiopc4-gEHlyQGghmtiv_rnku8-bh7ET4VJS9w/s400/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467107350371612306" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Here was that feeling again of being lost, rising like a mist and clearing, sure sign of a new coast approached. A key perhaps to the ribbon line's the number of name changes. The whole only in the imagination, grasped only in pieces: Vauxhall Bridge Road, Grosvenor Place, Park Lane, Edgware Road, Maida Vale. The change to Kilburn High from Shoot Up had occurred under the railway bridges, where they part, blue, the colour of the sky above, certainly, but below also of water, the concourse submerged in darkness, with the frequent muffled clatter and rumbling overhead thoughts of pebbles shifted by the currents racing downhill into town, up and out. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1mP5U_L2-tYxehqRlW9VnYAHbHTEz16eHzjLc1nA8wwoRng50LGfJCBFhM_oLbZhsWbFe5qeVfmdQ_fuPfvTlOskyg-IBfxHEo9mUxs4Qh2k_h2nKXmP9cb_9_B5fybf9DlWK05-7-0/s400/IMG_3328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467106315537516242" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFv9JyvNO8XPIlULRY2eKeemwoJWWq5ULe2Ct678hnnb9egU4Ki-MVb6xvL_QYZB6zBxpYxoImn32q294fWP4yEEVk8AbaMcmPHnIvBRImlgB0_PVSYvfk7plXt9FpPboxGxgtcf4ZOKw/s400/IMG_3188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467104593048434306" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The journey should have ended back down at the bottom of Kilburn High where it meets Maida Vale, with a pint at the Old Bell. The name of the pub echoed the original Bell, in whose grounds the Kilburn Springs had first been discovered, giving the area its first great draw before the trains, rivalling Sadler's Wells, the pub open from breakfast on, the Encyclopaedia of London informs us, a milky, bitter carbonated purgative sold fresh from the ground alongside the more usual brews. The original Bell had long been destroyed, and it was certainly strange that the Old Bell should commemorate it, rather than the other way round. The anomaly found its way skewed further onto the sign in the form of a painting of a cracked painting of a bell, rather than, for instance, of a cracked bell. This, certainly was a sign, and one indirectly of water, but it confirmed more that things shouldn't be expected to be where I thought they were, than that the search had come to its end.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELDB6M7A0FDPYFbCy4e5C9ruRI7N6yY3hsS0kJHyn5KeO4jeJND7vTSzUg2l0RRSgevh4hYKfA8JtXB0neoT5GjoZ7VuBmITUYhgjO3cqMAIGDD7nBTdLSnYwoh0iAsmfjOJKGS5TIj4/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467116913961903954" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQqf6SpFYjV-FR_do62OdaA5acMWqUdrO96-IPtqQYcBDfpJdnCBqn8EMUji1e57wnYp-Xj284rVmT_3ixoa_MHML0BV2-SGvWWi8L-GL5AFKPpg-x4qAUdm4qv3eTioAqbT-SdAQMlw/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467117523399341298" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ever since the bridge the houses now in the sun gleamed still, wet with a water I'd never otherwise have seen than having come looking for something else, for one thing, but also along the arms of this triangle with the other roads. Back at the lowest corner, I realised I had to head at least one more time back round, this time looking not for the words, not even the boards, but what it was about this confluence that had the atmosphere of water.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEina6cxt4T5dRicVNX9vidl03Tb-iJRaTBTIdaw1BX3NCtbhH0mkUFbteaqOMkTpU84XKrkZADBC_4bl0VJ5t0q4kZkXhLTjEiQLQ4Qej4plyHNDzD7gFW37Ety6lK7uyClMeKPiljyhCk/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467109598731156418" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAIk8BN-DDaM85xp33_bOMPbIYz8eWSRcAg34MWwvFdcOLBPiVOhByEwJ_X_CR31otY6xxUj4irU3Rgi7djgiRYkQi3UwB5r4NrP1GH9AjVIfrtMqtYqvTUbXmLHptKAxybVJBUrAcFk/s400/IMG_2684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467098869159636738" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There's some controversy over the naming of the West Hampstead stations, a fast growing </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=105217899512905&v=info"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">facebook petition</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> pointing out the name's a fiction, the area myth. Certainly locals complain of the number of tourists emerging lost and blinking from the station in search of Hampstead Heath. As for the West End, although it may have been the first so named, as west of Hampstead, once swallowed by the city, its claim to anything but confusion's long gone, handed over to the theatres, clubs, intensive shopping, general chaos, or whatever you want to be named that way, far off down the hill.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR53febTmsh7gbeclNZGkQWz-Imvu9CoLnvy73fL1C_4rIYfxUdy7_VpdG9DaxVCfl_H2EAhVbYm6oRbTiO_80IKksw-wnLg7wlF3aC9-HR2_o7uJHd_r04ObLXjed3P-QqJ754cW-16A/s400/IMG_3132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467118798365462738" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRlZ5tUCuJR_GAzKpJJW9h0ghOiIysQuqx0hdvIAnlBPqMP2xltYpgLk7n7BnqK5VRzR2EzUleInbl79ZySsluehZvTW0GeU-v_Q4-VF1wrF8ow8P8nYNcFwIcH8EtOXHVOJ7Iz2Pw_s/s400/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108648624127762" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And yet there's still a foothills feel to it, of the more well-to-do cousin, the further up you go towards it, the more independent cafes there are, serving Frenchified or Italianate meals, or even indeed, as you begin to wind also towards Golder's Green, potato latkes, chopped liver.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZqpWenqBBr5lnFSyC_WzPvpq_x1nCQPc3WZdYoOcVaXAiukSmHPs90cA-5F7lm4kympDM-CNdNC914Gxv9cwG6OlCV2bNyGrE4rDvMhuhR0d3K39hxmg64l271MpxY5TDzBw4wIMD_o/s400/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467120752299745042" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJSoI4GfAfJMo6WILmDpW8gMJjoxhQl6q5m8x-GDEWpLn_UWSasmq4yNUHYUJmsik1f-GFuKQYFmLyyp4aQVY8wSk-kwfnBzRSmgqwamWWlEE2N13jEDjSNbTQG3zPeCupejqeg7pYnA/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467120310556371938" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Turning left onto Mill Lane, this sense remains for some while, the last time named explicitly in the framing shop Thou Art in Hampstead. Though arguably by that point an expression more of will than of fact, supported by the gentrification it's there to serve, this is a will with a way. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjILoUbX-Uj1-OVrm7juyvjUbVqKNAwahI8aEGjPpFIq2AkZ7GlVOqsiiGmVT2WJC_5SrxI4whj675KOWPficoS0xk9W5WuDNNuCC6UeAZfHWpNbKBdCPYrXYND3MqmtSf0tel3XAEbs/s400/IMG_2574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467116529817591506" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwgxMz9vs6IVT0ON3JJw2yl2SsWRszRU00N4Qqd8SE86rFtSV-Praoz-F_i889ZN6F7ra7NYoOAiPhfvg36ZH08-NGYpL0jkrjuj-BS4wf5vwQ0FClBot-qo32_z2c3nlrI7bDxMX4bc/s400/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467113871341621218" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's in the nature of the web form, as in a net, that you can almost arbitrarily cut smaller webs from it and catch something. Here formed by this triangle, it was the net itself that would be the sign, I realised - not the sign already up of the pub that would be called after the water, but one waiting, which, drawn perhaps to the right angle or into good light, occasionally caught traces of a water always there. That would be a kind of submerged or dispersed, diffracted pub sign that would have the virtue of lasting as long as there was anyone there to look hard enough for it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwQ8JI3gCIW132d2rcdz2FKjxL0jiztxkrlejDZ-KJsVtGD7wgKz3pnpviFr6mc_xy-pOOHscnp6esaIYtIP2zSFJtrp0o1pn2OZ-d2q0I0mnnzE3zv5sDHmpxsP5BWqt9WqfFh2xNgc/s400/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467102258950280418" style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjInFIAcUtVt2socfTZSf24C2ep2uxkMPnLDxp_OfN84wf-_qf82kGYjJ430E5t3ecUwitBXMTUg7KM92xi46kEaD7IdXQ6KwEHuHDTsQy5Xx9JzAS7dcTuh8IV27k2uP3Ke3mqFxKQs/s400/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456636710436155346" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpyg80l6wJRV1q8MHOYxq-I_74JC9zi8wr_8uSHuEF1y5a5SMnZultP8nYcYrm4VWRR6mCgTKZ6KjBYXfn6g5FVglZvEUCkpO6TBMvxHPOZYdPKtwSj8EQOyQA9NxDXT3duXywEs1xVk/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456646563880042226" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKU9d6Ge5aqcbjiQuAjA9Hpoxe6VJbn04FL9sX_vo3RcvoqWYZBFUzcbArq2KkVikCDk16wuf5GwoxAlH1vPuMEhRmI5QQ95nSyQ4W8xYd-uu8YLx-fXAaVQ_Glqkq073YmU9cuKLuhY/s400/IMG_5260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456633860104767586" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">To All Trauellers, Skelton suggests in introduction to Pimlico, YOu that weare out your liues and weary your bodies, in </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Discouery of strange Countries,</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> (bee it for pleasure or profite) Rig out a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Fleet,</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> and make a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Voi</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">age to an </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Iland</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> which could neuer be found out by the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Portugals, Spaniards,</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> or </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hollanders,</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> but only (and that now of late) by </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Englishmen.</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCerYDachSyjePMgAHdffdblMbgqT_EEpBy7re13vioTKAJfIdq4yimB7hzmTJcb17Z6VwZffcf25DXihjHZSqOn6lgOweLBh234gE9nk7wWJR6jFBbAZmllzXxbkBqwQmlLGfp7jp5GA/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456643548163548674" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX18kZkbVRNMAqlNpfe24calfY9mFEzVN1IzUHr1HOvECrT-crf5CmbUc3FauJThilm4sqXqljluTOretSfGWXQ_QDPdMSF-6mBO1LVs6UXMB9_qcIztYycS72ZAhYBf5jLc3jbAJXI7U/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456656123690274818" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLl7qUngNuRiqX0hubSr1C0AH4Bwksq7m6UwcMeHxFn0RYF_8q_fTQEeoBCZG7BqEwR1VablwECBX1hWrE6vf6rh2hkpDyu-AtCsMZFDnCK5Bcy4MvpCPoj931E9x8b88TPq1ADf1qLoQ/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456653666903643778" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">I don't know how much literal truth Skelton can have intended in his image at the time, but certainly he can't have known how true it would become.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrFWWhZbXaWblYAQW3ca0lxjwVOJkYbWXUMn6vdwMpbKcLjvFAikmGPlWWlV5Y2XFZop57rESX4Ra7vt_bzHfgOOQ5jAghjp_n8lTwmkBnDxoC7qPdeC8Tt_s5f98-guLg_UISZ_cp7Y/s400/IMG_5292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456634138028619682" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uc0NJCY8px4m8V36VDVJgo7Z6sjvV1wHdi2tWVbqSzOM5BxqBJ76arrjMwpNaDQr4YHKPY3fdTgh8LJYCyYM9TsbSRGj5f-gTGTSQAp6yQBEGUze3YGPxFHssic3TZRpt0SjQQ_ADns/s400/IMG_5298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456634404081567634" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's not only the signs that shift, go down, come up, name suddenly different things. If also, as I'm discovering, not just the people, but also styles, habits, moods, buildings, the earth itself of the city move, sometimes independently and others in concert, and if the names for things sometimes accompany these movements, sometimes oppose them, or follow entirely independent courses, it may not be possible to attempt to establish long-term facts, but only to develop enough sensitivity to their movements to form tentative logs. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDnv3tb8aySEJjIPJyWDFd97Nn3KYaCVCsVjM2lp2GlR0LNP4xnPQ7_X3MH6IU9g2mphExDHcHiA5riEXlO5m2f4n8aC60bBv1RF8cSr2p7ZI-qLDzCHN9npNZ4eaDZJCcEb-ITS5o60/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456655227065522258" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9A_9MlQuZtWhOaYKJhxbnthu8mQtdwzsXFPOBp5HrdwpvCisaYdlOtAkI3x5RmWqgqL8DvpONSnjJbRHLo2Mng_Vy8WypAgvBwlR7UrbskI_rNN0yDi7TBtyBVl5dHRp5vaLsuomP-Y/s400/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456651210613245778" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tD6ZYi9NMT5lpmXv75WZZnT0B5__aTQpzSi4P9FQMDpM7xSy-JSiFne9qoS-MUzNDZmj_caB3SeI6jQfu2iUzzfW5yqaMe0LyAivt0pG6_6OJrpMfsoPrUiptEHdE3wyTZ8ZtBWo7Wk/s400/IMG_5359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456635521294772258" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Too long I used to ignore these shifts and flows. This was excusable in a period when I barely had time to emerge from behind the taps beyond a trip down to the cellar to change a barrel, vent a cask, or upstairs to fall exhausted into bed, but it's no longer possible. Occasionally now, passing through some much visited area, I'll look up at a row of shops, an alignment of houses, a street layout, and, feeling I recognise it, be struck by a sense of disorientation. It's as though the moment I believe I'm in the same place for a second time I've succumbed to an illusion, must look more carefully, move on, perhaps return in another mood or from a different approach having learnt something new, disarmed myself of some assumption.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpLp6lXUwd0pmxSO6zxUDPIjfVxYb7Ao-s0gx83ttkSqlLRr4Uf5KCdBPPFIC5gAXkE0IOY3diODtJ9BcYuCcbflJcg54hSIL2yGh3u58D8YzlObTtqJq0Rr8YW4t9yLR84GlpLAHcTk/s400/IMG_5507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456637971937316402" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1iDIlcJk4-i9ufrSWhgH8vd8LlET2e_vgHqzqDOXO0TrpnuMhu9ToI6vy5ypCXTIrjqTJEveY9VvgOYBpuy4w4FykvRHVnkiqwyR-tzk_sIEUZ2LTIrwKjq42KW6ZfCb3ZUEi6IUI4Xc/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456648155106393714" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlawCSr5Zp77UUIpOTtthQFIG23A7QdK7IB_vHZhYMJGBF5L4LZcmRGV7PiXfZ2aE2lj27D9ktAPHykHuKWWXt2jL7x4M2jyQpSSAX5xD4jYHnTRb3M5CFuJ5bhQw0Fwf7LX1wUGXkVc/s400/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456637373988205794" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I already realise that if I don't return to Pimlico some time in the future that'll only be because it's somehow returned to me, and if I don't realise that, that'll be because it's under a different name, with new owners, its style has changed, atmosphere, appearance, ground.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxplV2JaQdY_Z0sOD5mqQALHXGFrN3Dw51m8YHJdccGg5Yjjp3voK7YnpqUESSUIAiavcZ0JQuARmTi0DUAdZe7RwCLfNbZL7BbVAEKDYPpRFhlcqjNlG7MuKV1YOFQz3SvHPlx8nVw2M/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456650478580566210" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6H-6pGiSLV6eNuZGoq6VhyphenhyphenyG4Lrr4wtKnlrfBu26-UQ3XkIaA2BeLGFAj9oZ7P1BrcaLtpOHuX9dltgHRZoNhvq5kFtH1dwQYpARFMXdtf4l8iqosVlT1zCyiswphBt3d_lS0oI0XDrc/s400/IMG_5385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456636217307677170" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I originally thought I'd say here all there was to say and be done, move on. The idea's absurd. Google it. Among the growing thousands, millions of references, for all the information that's shared, the facts, conjectures, opinions recycled, renewed, you'll find hardly two that agree on a single detail without another about which they differ. And if they do seem the same one day, come back another and something'll have changed, one of the sites will have unearthed something new, responded to some development.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlF0kJxclcEBejQ-Vt9y9qT516WNpSrMgzHBNOMFy-tkTJ9pr5SUrK5zW_hpJNP2tEQkkGl1EbjaZBaAbVEyOSKU7oUwiMV1EQcGvsahK72qslE-Mgba_4JFDG59TK_Hn4Om52kmpzwA/s400/IMG_5307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456634728468489682" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEem-j6KbrpbD3GFvq6Kh8VsrRWvrGSYTboJp1HnLGem1ZgABOsV0OJmDUlpvj2aooSArB9eMwRXvm-r2iScQPmK-5R0JUjPe8xaPHpes6OiI575KFoQ4Q8F07xuEeyFgsAcIxPhXOrx0/s400/IMG_5602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456640445474533554" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXsIxN7Rv7dDIS0wFBbNdbtruAU1cE6S4i5Jr3inu65YwFg7PvfQlOaif2InIGrDicly7uDcE2d3k0JU1r5WBgsSBevKNXL4nw91GFCr3pSodC4OybihNnyYsrlPYGzHT67XsVH0U-fg/s400/IMG_5212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456633592902638338" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And all this despite the fact that one of the things that creates a certain amount of agreement about Pimlico's that it seems to respond more slowly to changes than does the surrounding city. Phil Baker, in 'Secret City: Psychogeography and the End of London', refers to the special 'time zone' of Pimlico Road, and how the first Starbucks to have arrived infringes on</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">it. The place of the cafe in gaging these things is well known, the fate of the classic logged <a href="http://www.classiccafes.co.uk/Psy.html">elsewhere</a> with as much concern as that of the pub sign here. That Pimlico was so late to get these chain cafs, supermarkets, and many of the other of the alterations taking such a grip on so much of the rest of the city isn't accident. </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pimlico"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Wikipedia</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> describes the 'highly disciplined grid of residential streets' as an</span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> area 'separated from Belgravia to the north by Victoria Railway Station, and bounded by the River Thames to the south, Vauxhall Bridge Road to the east and the former Grosvenor Canal to the west'. Being cut off, then, by features both man made and natural is part of its essential nature, part of what the name names, and this can easily make it seem to inhabit a slower time.</span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrahHa2f6biolLwa0XpSkWYsbi9jsSZZo0ieEdigWsvHbhGEbNE2IhgJ58qBCYLO2Tp9HDmCOpxy11Hxw6UzyYgZ6qnykCk8fCF34o-246PN9qc6v2TRZ7SqG9mws7sdMG58ri_4XHyTc/s400/IMG_5353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456635203485540418" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuSe4ilY7w-H1BK2A4p4wrg0z09vk9xQvXxYdDU4_7qU4qHelqNSt3zaP7mfvC2GrohNoqf_9TcaRPjoTTYpg2wgcaZbf3agPZoGSrl1hisNYWqvBclziwbjuaWZ7DJ269gPrGgSkOD0/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456654220423509378" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">That at least was my assumption on my last couple of fact finding visits, my aim to record the ways that was true, log the chains arising, record the effects, their slow pace. In fact, though time in the western Pimlico certainly passes differently, it would be a mistake to put the difference down to speed alone, not least given that it's inseperable from qualities in the space.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dbHz_8cZilqy6mo3rOKYOFGF_S4T9bbA2n2YfTt-5feQLuTK-UjRV1aQuQ4Kg2HHKF-tZhHT83GZEG8Oyra5L6dsXn9IH8hWwrrq8GxriCbTwdaZA21hOd00QY35480M7MpHjGd9iGI/s400/IMG_5308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456634910432935346" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit55LzoVKVRfr9oJhuJOJGj3kG7awr41HZBqHRUfVusAXD4-5IUeBfqgpo1SVTAwcjUIGFMk64ZRrteLP-fNh3nxdvuV7P0Bhh7KM7rg0nctqd8Jld4J8bAmUEi5CrwOkwAtQ3trZlI7Y/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456652332025834610" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Besides, the place has always been rich in innovations.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD42pGIhKms-xkyF3i1CmPyWZZm6VvJR_f-xjVjNbmrDqaXZfUIqoly9M7TF-G6VIMVhUeqRILrdeLwb6LTbTCIMDDck4zbx-PWtTNY02t659_xvuZvfGJrAjg80_2Anzz9MV1V5fUpzM/s400/IMG_5511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456638724551578210" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7hedaaZSVHV6xD1ev109kf4uuZYfWwqoVzc5oGtyhve692urSMNo9Ze6oWcvVxnStjVKoMY7ThpBLI43Kh72ey625rEjzfrSnzNpT5fhMg8G-rFCOBQlM3n6zTVudRwA0zwtIQoOf-g/s400/IMG_5493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456637668207307234" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Churchill Gardens to the South was the first development to contain a space of lower slabs within higher blocks, and the Thatchbrook estate to do such higgledy-piggledy dense. Enterring the district through either of these experiments still leaves the visitor with the strange sensation of having stormed a walled city. These feelings remain novel even now. The Thatchbrook's willful. You can't move two yards straight, are only allowed to traverse after a certain minimum of twists and turns, up and down steps, through dark passageways, across quiet squares, under balconies, round the thick trunks of age-old trees has convinced you that, if you do arrive on the other side, it will be to find yourself on a road winding down a slope in Umbria, Turkey, perhaps the Alps. To be once more confronted by a familiar terraced brick street only adds to the disorientation. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQ8eT8F_wTnNH5Ss8KiiHBXit0XwH5Q-SZBFWR6yPeomDBfvK5eX0Hxru1_P3IyWl0C4k54nKALL7Ls41T1FJ4SaPHiPMlS7zDYZ7sk505sqeN3tlIDZV9_15nGAnFnNmtFDKomtnnz0/s400/IMG_5611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456641147304512498" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmvbVAicFrWcmNXxaPrTrizaGwxd8tb8oOPuJ21prhdHh9702W5-pjtvr-rRInTRvLWwmt_9MaX7Y3yMgvBI2Eh6NCMSyP3DN_h1QZCKDD1_UPIaF6zJFk06N5iqlNA0zgZEOAss3HJk/s400/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456635820929211858" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlico was the only place of its scale in London to be developed with such careful uniformity of plan. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The almost comically apt name of the developer at times seems to offer a key</span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, Thomas Cubitt having let rip there as nowhere else</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. </span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The vast stuccoed terraces of its core grip the visitor with such crystalline rigidity the repetitions become indistinguishable from illusion, and so illusion. Either such exact repetition is the result of a more limited series being multiplied in reflection, which is impossible to believe, or else every street, every house you see's real, individual, but that's impossible to see.</span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tKBx65cPCgLDUwswogTYJHrWtC9Ig-fOhTih35C24oFNM8nYSGXy856Svtr0cTGsSHoNSJhOBncejytjlbqqeqVPjfhdMnyqiYthsa1aZT4y9HMvgxE4901UlsLGdgraZVpPemWKcao/s400/IMG_5632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456641655984116434" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Another of the most frequently sited Pimliconian facts is that, in order to fill in what was originally uninhabitable marshland, Cubitt brought earth from East London's St Katherine's docks. Everybody seems to understand there's something essential about this, I reflected, staring at the tastefully coloured stucco, but nobody will say what it is.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghU_rD5y7aW6r48GvaBOw5h-YTugeFEOeqDEf1ByAj5NS1AZ_zl1Z3fLYuJBkS1O-lfCl41WVCUAxsaZNSrWZl2-6GlE9ttcZs5qzq76gDyrAs0HOp5pA_VH6v8PtBJ3aGmiON5Sd2_mE/s400/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456653172233466514" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBS8CcQFmTRKZLjEz5-UN1aJljxa58AgXBqTQ72SLGIZkvOYKqlvmkK5HMcvhH9yPBAxboCJPf1PGY7cyN44tkDt21E06X6_idquSv0p-X9edxobmRfxqDbR1BySNmaAXckN-Hp6x9SU/s400/IMG_5525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456638978121355234" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-pimlico-now-let-us-sing-by-landless.html">recalled</a> how the name originally referred to Hoxton, the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-pimlico-now-let-us-sing-by-landless.html.">brew there</a>.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> This itself, it seems, took its name from the person brewing it. How this brewer got the moniker's unclear, but certainly it came from North America's Pamlico river, the landlord having perhaps done a stint out there. To then move from Hoxton to the Westminster fringes, the most convincing account's that it followed the beer to a pub that served as a stop on the way to the pleasure gardens of Ranelagh. Given what we've seen in Skelton's account of Hoxton, it may be that the intoxicated mood supported the spread of the brew name out to its area, and a reference to the riverine location of the original Amerindian name was surely latent.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-GzK2jf57_4BnsIF-ikbQ2EbwK9OXjCquW2k1lMtirYvfCYH9ROKjmljSmSshzRY0p9iNm38Hfy3W04sPLcyCKEZc3KigO7pMear4lBe4LqsUWwDyuW7923EWU9JxQlHjmaAUfQBwDe4/s400/IMG_5652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456641893018235762" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMEsj-BDryrjW84oacawomVEFF6kHSNYZ4tt0w4R5KiKq0YGM-nowqXWcEk8Rr1nrJnaj_DbpN5juPMckOAs6SNVPXDTSVzNMyDvY6STt-xBp7_5Vu6953dD_bBry-ZjQN0bj5Ylo2Ko/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456649017405563138" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And that, I think, is the line of thought that brought me to the beginning of Skelton's song.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RYiHNVstVikgITWrswz9_zP0PskhtKo8O_0SdqKhUyMA0IIY2BvmZtWeSzCgJhiCEpie6gHLcIbcG8GuyCJRu5lXAFp79hMrivFa8zX9N6porCKXqGoIKGGFROapSB_scw_pnhl-PT0/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647340753567490" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqGN74npfDarW-c3ZkMjzXOp4JYq15vAX8XgWo-GaQr1zVRBM3FwZ6-XBO_DRFgaxm7hE9qkZtz2MGDNTWhG7k0F1K3eFOxKC3TRDP31aeKe57V-HwhskgXkm_KA2zzWeQjKW1NPtgv8/s400/IMG_5554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456639244355312466" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFY2fczrwpysfw6sl-xSFFnV-TWpZc7PBeqerLhrCUQAniFrX0fW060Q1SLvsraFFbyCt2P5orGD1AOx1wQK0Q3jeLhdRhoPwpNUSrNta4YEMjcAqeyvX6CjT0T-qR6L6GU-H7_xDlG4/s400/IMG_5668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456642311250775730" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlico, I decided, as Skelton suggested but, given he wrote a century before the name moved to the western district, can't have known, is indeed an island, and the fact the waters on two sides of the triangle have been covered over changes nothing except perhaps the conscious awareness of what defines it. To the East, Thatchbrook Street and the market follows above the course of the Tyburn</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, the sound of the river still audible in the name (a recording from an upstream manhole's available <a href="http://www.sub-urban.com/tyburn/">here</a>, in fact). Bazalgette's pumping station towers signal above the canal that railway lines replaced to the West, and which the roads in still acknowledge with a hump. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsEB1o4Bkg5dNe2Kfsz_IKErT1uqHQXUtRZSYMWsh2ljm0IaGRChepH84nFQ3cVs5Z35jeHwEazBAMLA8nsV_JSIz4pKgDn_ZMI4Zx_hQdwMKIaPdhPj68QBirpvScAzHLc0g9OWLFgM/s400/IMG_5467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456637022600715458" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0qQOcTovpX-nsZMs4HiiPfTUdjz5Keu3QJx9YPJQmB7BDWnIyz_10_EbTkeGxPZlVRd7dM9TjkXyS4-FZAnKzesy6AQr0rzcRYiDKXW5P3OYhd1wlbrW2IXdfRwp-_NGLsdzqZlLvdE/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456645110370170962" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">For a brief period this appeared to explain everything, but the closure lasted only until I emerged back out at its edge. As it's come from America to East London to West, it would be absurd to presume that Pimlico's movement would stop there. A quick internet search, for instance, reveals it to have long wandered back over to name an </span><a href="http://www.preakness.com/pimlicoHistory"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">apparently</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> legendary Maryland racecourse. But without knowing anything about its next London home, it was impossible to guess what sort of atmosphere would hold there, what the next Pimlico will name. Whether this shifting about's true for all London place names, whether it offers insights into more general facts about the disappearance of the pubs, for instance, their replacement with the cafés, what's more, I can't say, since even to count on its being true the next time I visit, wherever it might be, would require unlearning everything it's taught me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7_v-3GwAALFZORPW0QKQ4Bu-ktC3zLXI0DJRm9tvLDmZfDzjPUxoasP1ztdHJjQKtowQbX9HcO5oo-PBKV64xazx0NANH-UmQjo24GR8tsT5OSowyQvUe_SzwADZR2p1XsKYpPm8Xdo/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456649601793178898" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jIfZCqMBr962JY635sDL74exSt5zGuA01-fqsMKJImrB-MqVQJRmEfW_vt_RKRr1FnNgH9oz_hl6Yi8pxHxDZZ1QdDlpxR_oJ_mQvDLiZFNlFL2nQxm240vzVgEzGrba-TRrAD3tAY0/s400/IMG_5603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456640810557330722" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWF04te4oqE2satmrN2Muk8dV8TA29vQ52eZtyogpnu-ivU6IOahuBP0DrBDOpcKs4hLwm_jVC-GEzaSTgGq-ZYVaIIPgwA2Sd-d3sBw0PHBAHpgKYGhbt1KZMSby8p-bagun8NzYoSw/s400/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456645794848351330" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px; " /></span></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-69829967108924224562010-03-31T04:30:00.000-07:002010-10-10T10:51:17.512-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, fantasy; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A Small Guide for Phantoms and the London Square</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> by The London Archaeologist</i></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pfp81luFnYAVNOe-UzPNV0BqWuq0qwUZrgTa6Hw2SVozXZglla3xw56IjijDyf6vCL_JO_IjdhC1hZzkFeXMqNJfDSv6IlYC8R7sYJObi0i9fq8vwglaadta7-my9dggILvxPDNDDP8/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455497774729788578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm now ready to write up my second day in Paris.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7S73L0j6DTPFJeoyhIMWzr12zG-x-Y3IJJWjV8eO6UtN9VfEHaa0EBw6SdAfoyhx97wu5iKLC_CpAT91SmMY44d-ADqzmDN7AYLYhbG8vRIqfdsYsFp_g4Kepgt7UHy_nZpo8Mri4iE/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454792537493918402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYT5AQSCRd08FUYN92hcr-hoQR6QKOdo3XH6rzuxJAjJrz0g9O6f8EKqLJTgBbEQV3-jRW4gkxVPmgmzk5ytr2JOsS3qNJZ9LJOmJQt8qaOXH3c-iPagLKI5LABF17xYYYnArxk9opO4/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502379407098687682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The main task was to explore another of the heavily the annotated areas of the map the King's Cross man claimed had been mine, concerning a guide book whose content may be of particular relevance to this blog. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Little Guide of the XVth Arrondissement for the Use of Phantoms</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> has, it transpires, received interesting </span></span><a href="http://locus-solus-fr.net/?p=154"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">blog</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> treatment </span></span><a href="http://bloc-notes.thbz.org/archives/2008/05/les_fantames_du_1.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">elsewhere</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, allowing me to confirm the man's account. The guide describes a certain kind of building unaccountably common in that one little area of Paris - the wedge-shaped slice sometimes encountered here in London as a result, particularly, of the course of railways sliced through terrace backs. Their inhabitants, the man explained, are said to be in some way determined by the nature of the buildings. In fact, he said, a grin forming across features otherwise slightly liquid, as I recall, or absent, perhaps from the effect of drink, during his research into the shape the writer finds that these elusive beings include he himself, only now recognising himself, attracted to investigate by obscurer forces than curiosity alone, at last coming to understand that what he's seen as his life's been some kind of illusion, the memories making up his past unreal.</span></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosajbE-plu-Tu03i1HlSHTQ2pVC_zZNDWE220nMwoLdh8zsfAwV-6xloiREwNZ9vtF0GSBZM3Qmd-W1GwzltaVROnZrHcDNJlHzNBogZ-VQiSQSbIQXz3IJFEru_8D0N49G8xrIaYuFo/s400/IMG_6431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454786916535697442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">During breakfast, I flicked though the map to plot an itinerary for the day that would take it in, but also allow for research into my other interest in the city - the sense of the French 'square'.</span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WN8wX3o3A5FDKbfAuVMNEsg4dreKLxZrwM32P1JARHlvTLfeLJl1MvgocxoCaG2FqbWG5L7kEdpVX3X79TkVWVS13NeGG-5g6t8fjMc0y3omY-sfOS3oibLCYcCejcn3o_tTTf2h61I/s400/IMG_6374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454785711290145602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWMRCAMLw7dqG9VVzRJuwsIMrONbvZDP5qX9EFxlXKPMplA64utSyjBGOP3oIXb24-mWapZIsWaH9uUBsESMBIgdoxIWxAZH2eQujFcYNafkgKZMAwGBzn-vGWGH_iJhS0unlZOA9IGw/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454784137117087506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jHtBtthZ0zxVCRGwKx6DxKTNW56iyuZk-0DvHCD2UAxZTSyDFsxKf3ZBUkfg6G0ADBUXLm_UaoZwP5zRmHPI9_QEbrqUC68_Ohc5219qX5hmlPY8seazdr0wxL5mtefCntFSeKJSXuw/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454876363005935010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px; " /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The nearest to my hotel, I noticed with surprise, was that landmark piece of urbanism I'd always known as the famous 'Place des Vosges'. Formerly 'Place Royale', according to the map it was also to be known as 'Sq Louis XIII'. </span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJsAtBH72_BuQn9SzteXPkByHo6BvbIxdMryXJwHjt4iHY_zYIw3XtEphCvLHcfgMHM2ibg7qMjnGuBC5Mp-nGKRkk0fvKmGxrrnYdoa-AVbkNE5Jex3qaoelmh2NiV_1YfZ9MueUUQU/s400/IMG_6544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454791072582871666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpz4kVJS5GUXvSAi_Yl7tsLBQhvdmWVUzn_9JFTyyvuScQQb7d0t7FRnTNKLCtXWfC2rIdyw_ErBWV3OrYTa3hPgcOW8vJCABbwxQMMVkSVIbHou2qVc7lIprsvJPibV2zdiT2FJNa6A/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454783779449222898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm still working on the question of the London Square. I began last summer, in Hanover Square, where I hoped to establish the effects of geometry on behaviour, but the project remained unfinished. Expect further reports, though I can't say when. </span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4oDKHowiEwZ2tf6DdzOJgMRb13abnekx4r6CLKQolvNW48_2Ws8n3ALhD27JcujIvICGKkMK5JCvrjdIlHmjWuQ5DGmEgP7KGKAPbBjueRdFTI5Iff67SBZ6eKCDATGKa_uYwEILZZg/s400/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454786541122017602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpmJZ_fdSY2rlP26kQnzlLZ9ZFb5UhW7ColixGDD0IcR0YxjbtjEpTqSjlqN-4PvNl_wW3SjCiajA9Ndn-f4ko3e6o55rdbxGymDatr8n9ljBLY1o9Wfi_NG33J_94cPV2oMdNbZIG2g/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454784879673060818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQfrN9hk8VEAPPCyCQ0yppC9SzpxlyMmrjMECN8NT-rWek_VDUrPs6frCvRxSuZNc0PkwgRvRIPFv-DrLoeUMlNsmZ7tnToQERDuNFmA_MnsA0Pn0LznsYZLZBADXr5Mr3O3UuLAjj-w/s400/IMG_6568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454791973644352514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The very term 'square' in its application has obscure roots and entangled branches. A key stage in the development of its form in London was at Covent Garden, where it took on the name, of course, of Piazza to suggest the Italian influence of the buildings lining it and the Palladian purity of plan. The design of the form there, what's more, warrants the individuality of its name. As is again visible now in post-modern souvenir, the mixture of red brick with stone details, and, more still, the open arcades lining its terraces, were continental influences that were to be dropped from what would soon come to be known as the 'square': an open space surrounded by terraced housing as focus for a unified urban development. Inigo Jones visited the Place Royale before designing Covent Garden. Having been an influence on the form, that it was later to borrow back for a name suggested that, when analysing even such a specific entity as our local London square, peering into the behaviours it produces, as is my plan, considerations of its wandering - indeed rambling - abroad will always be </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">à propos</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiphCuVm7vwfxOJSSKCl__-TGkDoM6nriCRAsCEjw6911wdMKO96MxakYU-PpS9O7Co_ZXIWGJQ70sL5D2feU8J7KibyP_3kRWVwPenVMGI-NIFNN5s5Fm0-Sw_HhCYmZhHqI2ULJKAtY/s400/IMG_6528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454790010563276898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTwl0UOk8BnbS6H93IlzNEErxm1C-R0kumXbAGI8wYUMXd81ZJyLJi3KkyXOvoxYr1NyVbZodxSnizfCaR-xpHFo40Esal4W2O7uaxTTFwROHh1uC4CP55lEeHcZaxJTMGhyphenhypheng9dDhR-E/s400/IMG_7896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454793048679070050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidodPr5Hg9CTsHnUpIgF1AdWtzhlRoXXij07ayDPndcWaPk-TzhhoizGeXmqRdI47GxwczX_IVha6VfJ7khzxlvA4dHtY26nISYMtUyCNEFfuAaQ198iw9UtIG9dk1AY8T_VC-vurOFW4/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502380375267781874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">'Square' in French, according to </span></span><i><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Square_(lieu)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">fr.Wikipedia</span></span></a></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, is a legal term, brought into use under Haussman, describing only the central open space, not what we would think of as the entire area - their </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">place</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> -, and thus not the address itself, either, hence the ability of the Place des Vosges to be simultaneously also the Square Louis XIII. Furthermore, being legal, the term is less descriptive of the form than ours, </span></span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-of-buttes-chaumont-by-london.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">as noted</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> of Menilmontant, and defines more the sort of activities allowed and required inside. This I take to confirm my suspicions about the secret relation of the English form to behaviour.</span></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2FAM5GUUiMGbVwhV59sEEViqx3_4Y2faY3VaGAgMHN4MHsu4XD3fsDyGGXyN4RzVfZ70jsY2PMslIlczDjGC_G3o6wEuxge_cyNhjqmGMAj_C5G34QWYXi2n_jSjddPwbDtvZe086wc/s400/IMG_6569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454792264041931794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmvWCRRSn3m2PQeAfrKstkimUpZp5nT-4I7nBMoF4B3KnxRuTh15VXkP6tUBAjJM9zyzUakRvKTlrgLyL-gRpNBkxYH9T4zq7WU-hpzQ6IMTK3U4mbdh56QVlO_RRtDngOAyipTE9SG8/s400/IMG_9280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454785001215654770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px; " /> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">From my research in Hanover Square, I had at first been unable to determine whether these relations were a result of the shape of the square or that of the photographic frame. It seemed possible that the forms that appear result from the coincidence of the two.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jwNCZXAXRoq8M-M9o6ZFYHk3dAWUPthSUnERfDuDSvHhBTDnzawz8KDumDJgvKaKVoANxV5ytxnbGIzs7K0GLLoiukr_mx1QZP8xxpq2PIp8CP3AXW0kI1e_XLE_3aCqJfnaa-eg7LQ/s400/IMG_6476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454788910425117538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In our Foyles Café discussions, the Landless Land<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">lord informed me that Phoebe White's seminal </span></span><i><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/10/barred-by-landless-landlord-newspapers.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Photography and the Obelisk</span></span></a></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> contains a chapter suggesting that this works on the same principle as - is a form of - photography. The cloister, he suggested, was shown there to function as a </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">camera obscura</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, cutting out the random noise of terrestrial life to retain only the focused spiritual forces coming directly from the sky. These would then be recorded in the form of the inner state of the monk, spiritual texts such as meditations, or pictorially as illuminations. The same might surely be said of the gymnasium of the ancients, antecedent of both the cloister and the square, the postures of the athletes, the peripatetic philosophies themselves direct representations of a higher cosmic order.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGbFfzHu_7PZfBekAw7TLM8i1XMypf4wPHyS4FZhOa-B_PN7DeHtEnAR8kInsB10illqEeNAN6mwVftRqHAX9dvN8Xwdp7UvbhBeK6Od17DiBXZ7Q3pTv2aPeTZyuTGwskBCL3qhUGmE/s400/IMG_7986_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797124370183330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EGUhaBuw21PLOTssA9A-qhHRzg_Y5_SFg6ibqAok2rgQe9p7nUMB_56L4P08eBKftn9IdpcojlhRUjU0Q332_73RszrrRWsHn6ua36EaNFMAUG89CE6JZoHvNkjqEkMws9daJ9TuAmI/s400/IMG_6409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454786206819850002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">According to the Windlowless Consultant, Marks and Umbridge's </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Secret History of Photography</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, which she'd come upon several </span></span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-photos-in-british-land-land-diorama.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">months earlier</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, had better claim to seminal status, and contained what she suggested was a more scientifically grounded hypothesis. She herself had proved on British Land Land before his encounter with his book that it was the influence of Daguerre's ramas that first unleashed the photographic potential of planned space.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKltWLUjvA46uBXU3QvHIW6TqQDKt_qqduNnvoKBk_CvkqUIxSy3aWij385cB_cUgaYhXjLb4vV_g4jsWFlEt-WZ2eGd3LpS2PlmXIDR5H1dx1pm2a4jWKo8a5W-tFetxVfLYjFnzHxZw/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454875069043980658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /></span><br /></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm not convinced arguments about origins are helpful, or that the theories are incompatible. I do, however, suspect that at least one of the books may well have contained a chapter on the town square, arguing that it performs an equivalent function to the gymnasium or cloister. Passers by entering the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">camera obscura</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> centre would, while obviously maintaining their usual identities, in some way become simultaneously units in a larger representation in exactly the same way that the individual silver crystals, dyes or phototransistors positioned at the back of the camera box maintain their identity as the substances they are, and yet also have a role in representing objects and events from beyond the shutter. </span></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWgVsArmX2_wUkGOLYCLIjwtLWrZyGRsceIIXssemS-CLFsC7UQ4ARg0gzNI1uVrnW_nMMnRMAoRDU0eMk9-C_JLsMFomG2E-KLaS9IdGGYGH0w3r2LHkbOK09yUYjUA__dgkKKxTHAk/s400/IMG_6362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454785380992266962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This was the hypothesis I sought to confirm as I stood in the Square St Jacques at the end of the day.</span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NFtSgC1l5or7_HEndfZLUhrfuseCL0u8e25gwyRuWNSBs3wxr4SLFuUVsIlkjtseuUQzVTCl2xaFFikDpgpzYOxLdLvk5ve6MipZSbimv-CFT2wIFtV33UJAoIYyzCL5JnQj20zf4GU/s400/IMG_6437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454787191143663330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsr6fcsgkUVkQd1sfL6zJOX4C7sHpLAtpcqWIXyBRqsqckN8sRtyqGt9SLxHOQrZyz3W2JqvrKWodVI7ml-qLQvUeMXvAaDwxnhHEgHQf-L0qAkX_Q4cRJ42PJFrzHrDDcAonQJUknSI/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454780920864987474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After the Square Louis XIII, my first destination had been Caillois' XV Arrondissement. There, as with the other locations, I was unable to decide with certainty whether any sense of recognition I might have stemmed from having truly been to the place before and read the texts that the King's Cross man, who might on the basis of his activities both on and off duty be called the Legless Lecturer, claimed I had. It was possible the man had implanted in me a false sense of recognition by the powers of suggestion alone. Indeed, as I photographed the oversized air vents the otherworldly beings were said to emerge from or the unnaturally thin buildings they inhabited, and thought back to the man's blurred features and manic grin, I wondered not only whether he himself might be one of the creatures, but also whether he might have been seeking to imply that I too, would be one, trying to entice me to the habitation I would, seeing it, recognise as my own, attempting to rewrite some kind of new past for me.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz25JtZRXqaTTDlU8-sjo03cfi7QGszAwv3_lKGBjIWCbiOFcnHpdsMkaZCgPQBAG23T4VbzXYQFCToKEeh2c15m4XBpZb9z-LvB80Z6WZWDjwa4eoeMAw02iUf2LQtC1bsPT0wGJ2Fj0/s400/IMG_9350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454785109871098066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqXZ2q3AIRktiRiCr0yGq-siFcUZHUgLSGhAVcoD9uTxoqZZW6AYFZrux_A9zO7Wj8I0zIr1iF7tQWzjlatuqjKbl3iXabH7Wav2VPBowqq-mh71fHQiW5Qx4wxseL4jn7blEV-SCMFE/s400/IMG_6456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454788484870996786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was not without trepidation that I made my way to my next destination, the rails behind Montparnasse, also marked on the map as figuring in the work of another writer, whom I've been unable to track down. If I ever were to become sure about my recognition, and yet if this recognition were unfounded, would that not perhaps confirm my status as one of those creatures that it's the object of this blog not to represent but to record?</span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8dP503dI9sl2bl0Y6DztGcySFTPf2mv-2leZwPG5-D5KhKLQVuL17jw1aRcJlh41hYeYTpgfSBBByJAyirV0hXu9NuvtTBWWxDpGizz1GvUZa0GrAJ_NIYWmBj8HUa7h3neQPwwnSr4/s400/IMG_6447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454787449071904018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPIDKTmIBAqOQPDEuVikFqW16sspqsNNyBWUN6nhHoUxVZ7Lp5TD4EwKsxDP0qg45bbVjDO_UfRjleje0OM8z2Vo9qaQPLVUEqGeQIe333X8qgyIJWQf7AMMDWCg9STCSKNnlwkBcsBw/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454784649630421122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO559FFqnTP8sz0zM06AugN2QKGRt_ijGnMzTUljFBwu0cP4v3Gj6jtX_UDEbxAAbMuXbR_5I5hOazXnbiqf2h_XMBnF0FJtPgOh9rjLTxDQ2nP0zoFCbHwCH588E3WemcxP890FdKB7s/s400/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502380867124515554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At Square St Jacques my purpose had not been to follow up annotations on the map - there were none for that location - but to pursue the work on squares. Directing my lens towards the centre, though, I immediately recognised the tower as the subject of innumerable other photographs, including, most notably for me, one in a book I was sure I'd once read. If there were such a work, that would strongly imply that I was in fact able to distinguish true recognition independently of the Legless Lecturer from that vague sense arising from his suggestion. That text, to my relief, I've found. The fact that I do recall enthusiastically reading Breton's </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">L'Amour fou</span></span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> all those years ago when I'd lived in Paris proves beyond doubt that the Legless Lecturer was some sort of impostor. In fact, I seem to remember that early on in our conversation we'd swapped cards. It's in many ways to emerge from a nightmare to realise that if, instead of that I use for my archaeological practice, I'd accidentally given him that of the blog, he could, say with an iPhone in a visit to the toilets, have gleaned from a few posts there much of that information about my past by which he'd convinced me that we'd known each other all those years before. </span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdBw6F3CEKOaD5TYVokZoBkGsU5irKKn8eZObZdk6YkHZZqSprbm0YI162T-nMPXyCveP_zijaF2fps42NuvRaOWo5e9WmiwOZhwOwjtYPqOnUoIoGJcvudYXOPrVAoZr5v_2pRCarzk/s400/IMG_6508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454789193832248034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNU_wAwmD4o_5nRQFTZSTfbkE46YOhhQbOZiHM8Nk0iQQwYPynKPvhZdRsMflSM1QXtXr07sC-0T5kk3P6D_4a2xfgwdZy6Da96G484y1U_qs7SqHqTLnfoUmOlkmvfkpGwDH6k91_RRc/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454875610501645074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px; " /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C9TM7XM2WU56WTbXDW8Ff9mYXg8IEP1YvKNgDnDPTjaNM4ALj0UNOw_cr14Zco4Hay74nJqMUJH-Ft-o7sXkT7kvF7GclVpHn358Qz4gCNPOSBy8xn4GLWVBoGoFQ8IwRmkhCckB2cc/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454782954007950818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-16227504310257296362010-03-08T13:03:00.000-08:002010-04-05T08:09:38.507-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVcHmV_mms-qnaccr3BZP8JCXy0lPu6asqX3WENHfQyUBz8oKC7e7bahnWz03xZCUW6ynqdb3LXL6cf4I-IO-YLTc4Pszl-Kbragnz7BpxUayP0xjl9RJ5E5HbH-hSurSUEIocpAXmg4/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Of Pimlico Now Let us Sing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">by the Landless Landlord</span></i></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGZaSRYDNIbd0wZyPAk0rFn0zxongudxrAEek_mFLG9lsqQXgxXyzW7Bmul2W7DBd3_irYP_CNAqypG0BLJ3Km90VB3kFQCIJ6rVT1bpvT3JOgBcUzMkwAOTKqPBYHclQy8AOOBJD3wQ/s400/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446762630507613842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OiaUWg8kHtth4hhGgEoodfCjxBUkM1EltD1cN3-4kEqxeIpgLjNVrdEAncwFBag32Gws9ZCgylkMzmFOBACqExASRjq-lrw021e9F3qA__VXJf0_W9sY1o1J3Xn1NPDhYXtTFQP7hAI/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446748936713302178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8m3PLfa3zGIJq5UwTGZ6kL4WAFVBO6UcegqfePDLCI1foaDi_CNb8LXw_sbRMI6qO3X1wyyxS0YCBsQyolhMzXKwvRlKG_gNaI1g-FEL1uWCOFNcyV5iGW0O2ZWXUAIVZ3-RJ_Z8xFUU/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446373409267959266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">'Of Pimlyco now let us sing,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Rich Pimlyco, the new-found spring,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Bewitching Pimlyco that tyes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The rich and poor, the foole and wise,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">All in one knot. Of that we write;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Inspire your poet to indite,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You Barlie Muses Pimlyconian.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">He scornes the Muses Helyconian;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(Poore soules) they none but water drincke,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But Pimlyco dropt into his ink,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">His lines shall flye with merry gale,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">No muse is like to Pimlyco Ale.'</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thus John Skelton.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzzh1ci_aVVQjfno59ZGtm_n7V5yYdlJkopd8Bj768AzSnkiaE4Rz2mMvw7_kFz8Br1aMk1q1TuhFAjPhvG-WOcaESDA5lvgdB5xqPLNj518rv-8-T4AYSl7qCDJrdQYeaqGuUkiQL8s/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446751496283419074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieqgwOumqLpypiIbal3nrnjGZmWwgId10Zt83g3PA1G3TB95XfNzbQCB-U9MBwFsb37W5qCC9nczdVHA8RrUwm4DyPtu9fffTS-sSzCu3TZ0KTXTRMoo-q4gczAPeKdnZt4XES89rHZYg/s400/IMG_7678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446737201071605218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVaVPm0zlDbQrczpc8ZxR-qkeVkRRBSxRUyX_sCP2j3qdTD8VnJb6HlibEyPq0N4kzqOwEATySGyixxkc7HqxVFf8JjUjn_e2fhQ_xIPpAO2dXG2MIHGcsbPGttcH8o5vjzNYOKOLqVo/s400/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446747093163252658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If there's disappearance, there's also persistence, resurgence, re-appearance, emergence. Whichever of these it is, the case of </span><a href="http://boakandbailey.com/2007/05/08/pimlico-ale/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlico</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, particularly strange, is not uncommon. If pubs go under and signs come down, some must stay, others replace them.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNN7sXL1YKFUi4lSozeTRVRPDb0gRjJO2YAaCUTbcwIJVAY8ZrUctom4rUaMcqNrlcTpD10izMdpLf-eBin2vDE3jyrh1mWqEys7p-SF1vrnI8P1HBGVm6nE3u25C2ZbFSoOTKq7YBkI/s400/IMG_7748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446737937225573874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSpw7s5kntPjmKwhUx8-ZCxEN8wUkBVG02_MyqdeAq0YPLKfOp5zUBNPs-AvcCK7paXPMxTHz4R8c8c-M_iS-Nl4K8UW9KG4oCMHj7BioHslW5ZpLLr5Ym6xaVvu6_qMeEn1O2r8hhK4/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446741613330052226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I first became interested in Pimlico by way of </span><a href="http://www.breweryhistory.com/Defunct/LondonWest.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">publicity</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> on a pub wall in Seven Dials recording a discontinued line. Naturally my original assumption was that the area gave its name to the beer, but that isn't in fact the case. The name </span><a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/Pimlico"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlico</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, centuries before it moved snugly into its present West London home, referred to a place in Hoxton. On </span><a href="http://0-eebo.chadwyck.com.catalogue.ulrls.lon.ac.uk/search"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Early English Books Online</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, the first references tend to be to an 'ale house', a place of questionable reputation, and best summed up by John Skelton's </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Pimlyco, or Runne Red-Cap, Tis a Mad World at Hogsdon</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, written some time before his death in 1529 and quoted in part above.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY11suScS8z5ZVvf1lyt7lrWC1J9HQaqAVOOmyKZwnPqyKKyb_GyQWpde0-sXpog8VDUQlPqbK0l4lCg4Vt8JGOtpmk1Wja15SP1T78DQfCPuNEgxkd32bIpzkFDcW_lrzfMnzmQ96yRw/s400/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448064361825150338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">It opens with the poet wandering around the spring fields on London's then outskirts, admiring the love-makers who meet there for the flowers and rural solitude. As he approaches the city, seeing increasing crowds converging on <a href="http://mapoflondon.uvic.ca/section.php?id=A6#map_section">a little spot in Hoxton</a>, he follows to see what they're after. Pimlyco, man, they tell him, reeling and falling laughing, Pimlyco. Perhaps this is the name of a new play, he thinks at first, the area already associated with drama, but is eventually put straight, and, munching on a local cake, joins them in enjoyment of a pint of what it is they're all enjoying - Pimlyco, it transpires, being a brown ale of exceptional strength.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVBEGptiPxggd3gGSap1BGTW8OekmnAnKtS9xJi-rJ68NAG6aTmqGSH0r5QYWVOJo26Z4Z_Z6QJPz3OSvFBh7WkyjH12smIO46yaOsquSK3hSYZIogLDa4NpAO7YMbP29oHWJwbf2ShY/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446750550894099154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrR2mzH9X1YSJCYO45SGmOJWd1Oa6W0C__NTVZUT3UZEi8tT8eqGgRHOQ1uExmrLwyFMsnz3UrcndmiOMyQ3_Jnt6fR0IbN0eNUepDgoAnWdUvXubPlJlj9nWvrbDfMONlwOSpiAQ1xTU/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446746588791173874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This then, and despite the later move west, was a phenomenon like that at the </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/10/seen-outside-public-house-asked-to.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Angel</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> - the pub, itself gone, leaves a whole area bearing its name, its mark, shadow, ghost; an area become pub sign, and so material for a post.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vo5EsETvwvZY-geh2NWjAOY3hUSGhxl7oaUySSuFqdn0dQs1k-W1EIILOgQenr8_5xAdMzJKuZ4Ut1Rgd4qUbAlUGTfwD5k_rFToev-srkZShIBb5XOEkYCgjTl6NntmHTBNHDCygzQ/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446761089483006978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSOFzmYSqWBHijxVQ9vma9x-638vbeYN2KSis8rQ4D_hAhJJHd4exQsNz7cL6-uWVmwRKPLH9vX91-pmG_7JhWLV4o0NefoDFZQ-esGIK2aApth23ccOGoomiKNfWbz5_Sr5ybsLPDiI/s400/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446740989299066786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Opening an A-Z I was quickly gratified to see there was still a <a href="http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=45255">Pimlico Walk in Hoxton</a>, and made my way there.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZyO30DAVM_-pgBq_5cPbF6M6wCGRWEIVfG4O4YWC53vGc5NdGE9iJt9DekwIlYN8YajX4jdP01zsBH8SBGvxbIIvfN8bVnkYpbQJivgfQFMIEkWV_QEQfpiskArTiwqBs6mEr-bMYkE/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446376488165892834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPJn7TTF6nQY5qepNQ8e5vSVdwtpICiJRAnP8hqIUqCdlMNSAxtfR7zNjbOtBmp8d_9DCBzeHRa5NmEC90F07f-KFy0wpEFobf_KO2DiZhGnG56JiKgpMJHD-zZgcug0LmVa_WS8EbDZM/s400/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446756345813788498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I was soon confused to realise that it clearly wasn't a continuing presence of the place name, but only a reference, invented, I had to assume, by councillors trying to salvage a sense of continuity from slum clearance/bomb rebuild. Further place names around the local development confirmed this: Macbeth, Oberon and Caliban House all clearly part of a recent street plan, referred back to the time of the original Pimlico moniker, when the place had gained those same associations with the stage Skelton already refers to.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Even the Macbeth boozer opposite, I reasoned, must be a nod to this same business. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjQLJLVR5vNpLN2xeeMZDwr6jX38yoBYOBojVhSSohp8jiba3b9X86zAwYDfoU9KSGGhpXXXOZb9tnkC2XomysrzAJobLBxltpzwkQV8IvxuqLSS9cI7aVmK5fu7P222qLB0Vu1gwrCE/s400/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447075067355781074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNz-ep9cxCzNTGXyczwZvRH_DkzKzlXSaSolgOOJCDA3bg9IROIhII2e28lpsd9E6g5vaAXytGb-_9gt-5Ic_MDfhuF6_nxIEJAbpqVlhkjDRuaEVtOVKUocwxlT-dcGzK4cH1JLcMhs/s400/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448065370727043154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqSkQkRQD-A-E1_VWvUV1stjCWkEpcOa2F-GiJn09WpcE6vgZyjbrUO0-yjLhJpGe77Fve8rqolsblzBwIBXGnvVEKf3lEjNwKLbFMKpikB8XHE3rGNsPFMSTDE0LApw7G6GHe7vOy3w/s400/IMG_7526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446380640731627666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But if antiquarianism's not the object of these posts, nor could a way in be the present Pimlico Walk, its spawn. Clearly a councillor not too long ago had done the same research I just had, uncovering the theatrical past of the area and the beer, and naming the little passage accordingly. To have come here in this earlier antiquarian's footsteps was to have sent myself in circles, following exactly in my own, believing them another's. The present name was a fictional re-invention of the past, and to make it the object of research was to have entered into that fiction.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrw-UjYihfmOxkLBZ7c0OpEuITMZaa52jlNeRyoJcs4MDYAkDziC8AZTdB-1wOwAn2LPFNLbhGJLbvjUuULCeF8ABOuMj17f72OR3qNdMPG9DyFB_N4t4Fuu14U6AibS0B1j0ZifIEkCM/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446759364855213250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzVqJRi62-_3RolwBo86yfB99EX4qftFnUrdCO0lhRZwpN0tDcZtvx7gmTbK-M7MO8JSwdVkueKWfYNSUfT0tAyCDAiCbaHzuVGaOyyrciVDBTvmMQm7wVXjNbVL5BFHmV92_HNUpfGw/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446745576451448834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Around 3.00pm, it was too late to go wandering around the market looking for a way back in, the stallholders already shutting up, taking with them what may have amounted to subjects for a more concrete post, leaving only the streets, litter, the stalls bare. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaulYEIRIMGd7GeolzY5bzoJbrjXs0lX8P9iqBEYP8OlE48VkEAYDWN6lH300GcLiygfa8LbuOLPiImLlABnQEWJ42-GYs5pa3qL44_IrUDCvkzRT6-9WpGazKL7u4kqzBv-HfwLXhG0/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446755806715069618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg581t-7KD-UTei6r4xhPjZwT5hyyzxmv5khi3HaTVOt-y8sGkL7YkauRbGjH3s5Pr0DSgBZabS4OZOBZEbIUbAazamWdelQsz_KhgwjyGYb01zj-27Oq3V-Vw60r85sziAZ7wZcWOJG-k/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446740318238798194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course I snapped any intriguing pub signs I passed, for the record: the Howl at the Moon, for instance, for its wild feel, the Bacchus for the priapic propagation of the patronym, the Macbeth, opposite Pimlico Walk, remarkable in its cartoon excess, but not with any hope, I admit, of uncovering signs of significance. All this was part of Hoxton, Pimlico was not. And yet it was from Pimlico, pure invention, wandering around the market, I was unable to leave; it was Pimlico, imaginary presence of a distant past, I continued to photograph.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujAUJ46OK3lN4dRc3r8nYS22An4wSBaNOh-bBCVsmF685EP7hVAgqsfIJ8T5vlDluXOY7R2x9QTdB4kyQWf3PxH-2Vtnjsv_AmXP5q3CoI7SlzwlwSiDAPXkNdjJfvFCIJPL9GNjxGRs/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446749406852673362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigr9nJ2rlKeFd-iHSGNEEGsaAD33JQor2hqS6ZOSKFOI94myJRO_M9_JXT8WzUTEsprLkMIFw-3vKJWEzoRFUfQxW_L_16I0nX9RGQ3TWbwdB__sUKoqe2aYIlqwAPupD0GxCYlw8E0KI/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446739695715944610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As I reached back to the southern end of Hoxton Street in the evening dark, Old Street was already busy with the night crowd. I followed various flows, up to the station a source, back around, towards the Walk again, following a steady stream of pleasure seekers now, to the Macbeth, where the lights now coming into their own made clear what the excesses of its sign should earlier have suggested to me: this was a pub for the night crowds, not a market pub at all, and I decided to investigate the interior.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitT5Vw9fAuAkRWwIi17g04Gdub20wmD735N2gdPWLc5kJ9CM56r01OKvRv2yHAHTAbWMpwUNT-qHCAKMzXw8DXAWTTjDuHJG0F7-Bb52jGCNriJSTg4Ojb8v5aeW6Xoyjk7meLt0_ndS8/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752171481220578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On a stage at the end of the bar Girls Names warmed up, watched over by a sound engineer, two men who turned out to be producers for a small local label, and myself, testing the Guinness. A man sat on a bench reading; conversations were quiet, punctuated by the occasional clack and thud of pool balls.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-LU-cBPYyal0DFk_rUXGTxg4amMCLyD1helzQRDsqJNFZbJMnGvTxx-iBw1bBzn7ZMQ8YwjjX8xRirw18o5jQi_UVYIo9wsHlP6VkT5Dl-qR9YjHuqOKXM7qJ9ZqgcJ1_fU2IX8b6Dk/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446754284473671730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEj4xFJtoD50u5SaiyS4qoK61RJ2Q6TM5OwXvllAgrSbbgzy9YDikTkQ_POco_qUmsE5_Gkn6w0Y_RAIn9kkfaCtcu95M0j_GjzbaErUJe_KXnFOPLZiAed90ygdwu2b9WOXqmc-ZWS0Q/s400/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742177381454898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On the wall behind the red baize table an elaborate tiled mural caught my attention. Before his happily carousing guests, Macbeth extends a trembling hand to a ghost only he can see. I studied what was an impressive work in detail, somewhere between a visualisation of what might be a stage production and a direct realisation of the story behind it. Whether this is a genuine visitation or a hallucinatory externalisation of guilt is left undecided. The laughter of the other guests may suggest they attribute their host's vision to inebriation alone, or perhaps simply that they themselves are too drunk to notice anything unusual's going on. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVcZd_Zt_tHBlBfO40wZPZA-7BKYwgZuMvqfWNvygtVgFS58Koeu0OohmIXVkTweSl1rRrBacxOV09oqP5bO0Ai2a-YxS_DqKX_o9orWq4sat6FVnXW2NIwGt58vn8fvPCqM80G26o7w/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446754989934660770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The landlord, whose name I recall as Mark, confirmed that the mural was original - listed, in fact. Though the evening's unfolding events were to blur details, the general subject of our conversation was the picture itself and its place in local history. As the mural confirmed, the name of the pub long predated any council invention of Pimlico Walk. The area's associations with performance were of course not the preserve of the local authority. Others had clearly been drawing on the past to support other, independent agendas.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuCTtJoDbPlFO4rUPZE1KuUbRVttnMiwn0wK4ZdAm5NZOpjz37eU95LAvo6HLDOkSjqDZcFn2Y65KIn8mbw9UfUAwzGHlsMO4YtRfF4MPdwc9VLzBUuBKp9zqlXz8tFzWxOHRVmkHwI8/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446760089084130626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtzHe0WY3TS2Fwq9i-dyNwqq8guLT1HPpVVNb-DL_Nhx_uwlWB_FHIYVLgPyibmX0FqpXg8U8xjy-DrQsEIVHQTtQ1h6w2JhUKeiBgb82ypp0YUDzoJrUW1yHD8e-C4fJ5rHCI4sGN44/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446739031589497570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In the nineteenth century, pubs, especially in a working-class area like Hoxton, were frequently criticised as corrupters of morals. Perhaps the reference to the entertainment associated with the early days of the area, when no less than the </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/10/barred-by-landless-landlord-newspapers.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Bard</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> himself may have been out here on the piss, was a defence - unassailable in our opinion - of an activity at the heart of the nation's heritage. As an inscription on the front of the building proclaims, gin had originally been distilled here. Perhaps the hallucinatory content of the tiles was a wink, in fact, to the wild deliria of that drink, whose effects on the lower orders were even more concerning to the middle classes than those of ale.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSVAdSInBMHkYPlzraGigha5vuTcZI6-pW88uW9n9WrfqqxB-Sa7xzB3VGQlEUPhcL1qdjhR6XODXli6gw0Wq-XVK-Jpq-eYOe5C6-iVsggwO0PiC9hDIhwwZknlZlxixbSpF2xaK7hU/s400/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446758654886275362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">'Last great poet of Catholic England', as the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography has it, Skelton led what seems a colourful life as tutor to Henry VIII, libertine, satirist, carouser, jester, learned social critic, thorn in tender sides. In Pimlyco, he tears through what reads like an unruly array of poetic styles from classical to doggerel, nonsense, satire and song, apparently, within the situation of the story it tells, under the effect of the generally chaotic joy of carousing.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2RyyJ8ZnhRzMqRJjT10kuRLCHplQjn571EtQnwrcHM6TkUzMJFKA6V-2Ip1soFMN1-vW6j71GmaAXmNAoIYaCu7z2ekyGcqMm4RnW94Ec9OCq8KOVKk9433JO3hv-9b8mljDaUx9c1o/s400/IMG_7067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447065839782793618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9qXYGVQ9tpSlswlOZghJopFerBbVWHNrqDLHfZzqX8fgwZiHIlcKtLSFlZDN3Q-1NdbmlfaLEv-gFltS_MlBVM_RtnWOBNuUt15NI6cmBn1WkA6Gk6eaw5alrMJTi-v-_d3osjj7jSw/s400/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446754031164184018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Meeting the landlady, he learns her secret: the ale, it seems, is brewed under roosters, whose deposits give it that edge over its rivals that excites the insatiable appetite of the crowds. This special quality, he understands, bursting into hallucinatory song, crowned laureate by a hop-spun aureole of confusion, makes of the ale also his muse.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NQfbrGbkmFE_pAhidT0KiQM1kObJDntp4VNwjV5Ut2mXjegMEZTgSQleXocCmSGTgERUvoi9c6ExwXG3fDCUYT7p99vCtOwRORTWMTx9bxCIsgsdN8ggFoLd9g4jkA-viRQEkGJQRTw/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446743990098692434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In the pub as a whole, the atmosphere, already pleasant from the outset, appeared to grow ever warmer as the evening wore on, the staff and punters, the sound man, producers bands and fans all equally determined to enjoy themselves. Stella, as I recall the name of Mark's step-daughter, runs not only the upstairs taps but also the </span><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=158305269"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Macbeth pub blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. She was contemplating posting about a pub ghost which, she'd heard, may haunt the building. We discussed whether the stories were credible and agreed it was not the point; the fact was they were real - one of the barmen downstairs, for instance, able to raise hairs with them - and as such they deserved inclusion. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9nBwlQ-8x_uNcHMlcQBnjWq-Yh9Tl_wSGTqG97GdmlpHyAPn4Le2B1ww7MJ0CqrDjqmeIa6djUKp0RCwnSCDtXT_pE979y1-EgzS7MOivHfUEDBnqPVZBX3574h_zherUCcIf6wNW3Q/s400/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447067122322314082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">E</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">merging with the last drinkers, I already realised the story of Pimlico was unfinished, will need at least one further post - expect an investigation of the West London area soon. Perhaps the western Pimlico, too, will turn out to be invention. The investigation of how exactly the signs work, the forces that decide which name will spread from a pub to the surrounding area, or leap across the city from East to West, which will disappear and which re-emerge, can only occur piecemeal, but, reality or fiction, both Pimlicos, each on their side of the city, would at least have their post.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxaEvYoXQVpH0VFQqN8mnSAT2d_S4NGj4B0Uh2Ni2ao5qrfoHvjXomwwEjLhHeZQ8uWbxwKSYLx1fBprXj0BPlF8ftofbbTz2I06KwLXH-wMigfBwBvhYfAlcGF4128CUeCFF2_CHsb8/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446760584751184674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVcHmV_mms-qnaccr3BZP8JCXy0lPu6asqX3WENHfQyUBz8oKC7e7bahnWz03xZCUW6ynqdb3LXL6cf4I-IO-YLTc4Pszl-Kbragnz7BpxUayP0xjl9RJ5E5HbH-hSurSUEIocpAXmg4/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448063311599785618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasIfNhcbRPgRiq0amWzwHnHxURYrz74AI6MDpKSicphiMUMo3w0A7m6Ba0vfvbc-FhBBV6lCmnZy-Qyv8uUwnvqmiY4HWURZGyqMVeKKHusvxlax91wF5T1_UA4O8r4RlceJ4x0jbYjA/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446748327426119202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-59739741336758016532010-02-14T10:11:00.000-08:002010-10-10T10:49:43.514-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Notes from </span><a href="http://www.yelp.co.uk/map/pompidou-cafe-london"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">the Pompidou</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by the Windowless Consultant</span></i></div><div><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 12pt; " class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0M2XOdx4H9A3O5xB8DcxY1JnP-IphXUTLo7C5U78Wkmp7JUgWTkKjX1tY_H-lC-ITYB3FYFDe3pQsySmzCaLwHYK-TUg-r72OOpA3Ix2HORk5SQyJEA5ePj7ouv4Ko-eXOZiakqNq9E/s400/IMG_5817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447111788122667970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438417818520441906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-P08CBcOJ4WLGp6PUtY10jutIifpGeKSq7U385roIYrZaocf9pFlu8c8ah2gpLmccraWcBcGip7adi4pBSM_K9er4Uy2PterAybYUb_14iwFdrRjjXM5ej8scFDbPjGwAjueWn_P6Vk/s400/IMG_7129.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-TOP: 12pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438387029204722834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOvWCr8KMvrYgKXJrYfmKeIOevTbzxfxaFK2wcjKa0Uqb1e9tbycLNnxofK3cNWzqSkcd06K5ub0wyGOmDCwmA9SgydPKglqNP5sp-uoYq-8s60jP9sWS7pqv279Ue2StKxWtMI-tzKs/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 318px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Sitting in the Pompidou café, taking notes for the present post, turning towards the window to produce a photographic record, I was unsurprised to hear a young couple to my right speaking French. This, too, should be noted. </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438418160856124498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6c7EQeJ00IzA-F64MInc19uq_yoFB0XW9BWsKksLM0hf9XXGCNXsHgQCIs4NjAIsZsEikke8NHtUa7HMBuOkxqTtE7om6WgE5IrURWlPr9BYRnEoUwct3u1U1jHlKmv6_FZV27QMlsc/s400/IMG_7158.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438404522349163810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhJrp-24SqgFyg2BjYMPV7sbQkSY1ny69-FzIQMMF6FuqoLH3M0itE1zLRSt6YA-ZEhunj-VyQR0Brb636yv6zqBU3c3BJimUnPzdV4IbLc73Pf1B3OiyCtBIpmVxjsBOipc5cZ9hIFI/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 262px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438420051184274386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPR1mb9eg4CJR-CfYKA_Wq8Q97L4-try9mYq47brrVK_-Ni4-w_gDbskSidyY8AN7SpRJYCDH_rPYAuSKw0jr1sm2DYEyFVFKrI6EhKuN5unHtrndcU9VwmyrhePsO14Am5F3uSzwxeY/s400/IMG_7390.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I've mentioned our </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-about-soho.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Charing Cross Road Foyle's Caf</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> meetings, where the three of us align sights as to the direction of the blog. In our last meeting, we'd discussed a <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-catch-angel-not-terrorist-by.html#comments">comment</a> by fellow blogger Izoard, who wonders whether reality may be disappearing under the sheer mass of photography, or indeed whether the reverse is true. Perhaps at some critical point of apparatus ownership rates, the Landless suggested optimistically, starry eyed, I believe, after his </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-catch-angel-not-terrorist-by.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">experience in Trafalgar Square</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, with cameras everywhere, things, having no corner to hide in, may at last appear as they truly are.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438188518240123778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0faeRJtpPTesqoVzMTv6qAHaqiZFQhSrZXazG8e8HJMIso-j8Lwbwbq6uMuM7pRuoQxbWvs3AevQSi1sTPdvopLY3ud2cxC4FLYuR-HhEXjjHGV8CUfbSXDdYbF_KaOE8Mz7bN3QsSes/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSSXDOBvWrgGvv1tzbaOK7SXxmnR0QjezKFCb3Iy-SdJhqy8FqVDoi2Iica8lwudlcUYnDhZbRkR1dLBmhRn1UMI5RqPYmgw6CahxF7NXZwfREQeVEddpA5ccd2z0x_1G3OyxB2EsREk/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438553738818287394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Archaeologist demurred. It was his belief that the camera was a tool like any other, a microscope, a brush or a trowel, that could lead as much to error as to truth. What we all agreed on was that, given the growing place of the medium in this blog, we ought to decide where we stood.</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438190689062365058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYUdpujx38n_YFe_RjCRSMYHzL6Uf8Y1AccX31lOdztbHJLY_JLLTb0G2oi8tl_XGgIZpTzDrZyVL9QjztGoP8vq6lUMxv57AczhsVkESI8xvxRUb2xTjFw29FDKTSujPmBFwVViGtUc/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438393853246014322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2XKtR2wfnWbMiw0diq1nx86a20Z_200vIBv0tq3hzMt5g4216MEDN8vR2AugpoGq2Y506GrOVe8sob1_rU1Q0_mse1GJ5INQ-H_R0gtpA1DG-59XD9V5mVm1-VeG-AnLX2qQRYAZOJc/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 350px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438416979807315570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1nPY9REcwTx1MCyd3psu_qik18wvv08VIodARU6BkQIwFcFMBD03A-UlJET_oisujWArRU6Htea_MSsTqZK9DPcy3pRntXnhvXyjT8ZOT6_tWvSm4jbxutxm60Jq_MPTHlf-WfrysbQ/s400/IMG_5908.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 332px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What would be needed would be to return to an earlier time and compare the degree of reality then manifest with that now. Consider the </span><a href="http://www.cameralabs.com/reviews/Canon_EOS_500D_Digital_Rebel_T1i/outdoor_results.shtml"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">comparative camera review </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">now commonplace: does the Nikon XYZ or some equivalent Canon have better performance, they ask, meaning basically, the image of which is more real? The best reviews will display comparable photos side by side, for the reader to judge. You'd want the same basic comparison, but of historical moments rather than models.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5HaByUSgrDx0l6OiWMpr3uCFMRmz_4Xj1yM3Dk1mjAC9pU63fSVX92mqv0CcX6gNux3pNmtzB-M3T6ggrVt9K3A92gsAcrTgMJ_6wgmigv8wFRx9f6DZYqNv0FJxI4tJiKX71A2M-ms/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559495802529474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438419262078642866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEM5OmmFpcrzn0X43IGjmf1Ts36lyXO5L62l_xcYu_1KuGJVGS_GT2MYI_6QNHDIAFhxjhlmAYXLM-Gbuox7EYjBnqbR4Pag5DAx0152C-ASw5UeZKCinG29xeIgdHjcU1tcgEHkvjn5o/s400/IMG_7382.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 324px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1b7DntVbN7d13LINgbjSdqYo29AF5u6DkFuVJUabxm66Whg-a-ojQSZWEPZ1xhWhKyNi7A47Yc03SLWcrue0akgKv5Ih9jp-KFvp9Q5khJfxcQKsYCjAFCVCZ-iPkE5I_8oWHrehWvI/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438567715045767026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px; " /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Archaeologist, emerging from silent study of the swirls in his macchiato, agreed. Compare photographs from now with others taken at the medium's inception, when it hasn't saturated the world to the degree it now has. The British Library hold a great collection of these early imprints. Their present exhibition, showing a broad selection, was clearly a perfect time to put this to the test. Surely that should be the subject of my next post - this one. The library being on Euston Road, major artery in itself and locus of several mainline rail termini, he'd wandered over there while waiting for one of the </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-of-buttes-chaumont-by-london.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Chunnel trains that never came</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. We'd all benefit from the inclusion in the blog itself of this comparison. Here would be our opportunity to decide on the proper place of our illustrative photographs.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DTXzAlEAp0CpQZoYDbpwUplQ_LolxRMoUDvRbF3i7NEsoDLcmepFultCBYaWKiVhcMyYmLcs02bEAdubC-amAoZEjApkHieG04hPt-BbLQg7Lf_lbpXNFtMJjUL-suJ3TyuUSELFWmI/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438558936896183282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Euston Road, along with its continuations east and west, is one <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/Euston%20Road%20and%20Beyond">we've been on before</a> and one, choking but inspired, toking fumes and blare, as I made my way up it, I knew I'd be back to for more. It has that particular kind of charm that vast amounts of traffic can impose on a place - a roaring anonymity harbouring pools of obscure specificity, its attraction, like the landscape of a distant planet, in part its hostility. Passing from the eponymous station, I felt the hidden force of character that had imprinted itself so clearly in the last century on certain painters: Bohemian but gritty, accomplished but obscure, the </span><a href="http://davidcaddy.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Euston Road School</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> were in equal measure favoured and condemned by location alone to approach but never attain illustrious kinship with the Fitrovians or Bloomsburians. A place of transit, I reflected, few would have the strength to grapple with and win.</span></p><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438188045547118130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5V5C3o6ccTOUGSX46hyLRmE9ccnWFDUbCDypd_W4pPvx1I5RPWpfluYvFjjJP8SG4yGPoCBB1yyNPOLNOSqFqot5Y5gGXD9rFZgibbSgbwiC_3IFkycC2WmObZd6aEtLiWStmywCJtpU/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438390828169697618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwOb9wSSDFSDArm3hDfK4QttjtNbtNQ-M3_4ybdTDkYLw58UbvTE257nzXkXYV5bDpGPDv6r0Ft0Z5xB9c-QupGhsQ3ZgNciAM3117-KHaFRWQbUWNwAHJtz-halCGoN3FYC7fZ7AfKY/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 272px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438187097933423138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1KnrPAc2XwzDX86t753GAYlbGnJVRjuSuWPbdkEOBfD9xHkiBXcVr4vrE79D3p4RgqQIKtidFthWQyuiYdn564rjzGEdSg1iEb2DbG6zpUhayxUUgSvh8pGwAPRvIc9R-wmgUbgoiX4/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 250px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Whether or not St Pancras New Church won is moot. The alluring caryatids are of course based on the most academically correct models of the Grecian. What the architect couldn't know, building the place just before the advent of rail, was that their roadside poses were soon, with the coming of the stations, the cheap hotels and transient populations, to appear dubiously to reflect those of their living counterparts beckoning drivers from below. Now even with the area being cleaned up and the living girls moved on, the statues still quiz me archly about a return to business as I pass.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6O4pv-hAzySuv8YKcyr0eptS6bZMqL-V6FV2wR7u002bkb4Qw02XjmEZ2hRuJqKnwC01VqGK4Uyr8EQnd9RbDS9ACvvGu0IlgSqgTJct4B3axMOEKwMQMqtBRfG0hZ46PQ1E2H2QTM8/s400/IMG_5791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438571423819665730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438421082673969362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wsB2wB0abF_nCAQ9P0CTtAOHR18FfZbZH3cq-JafMe6nIJBee_kBlY0N3Q6VZM-x_u2F5hU8P5URC5d1IKaiaYQ_j27p6me18ZPnUzxgpIv7keLFDgfdNPdEXAIZ1drjPQdqqK-fBBo/s400/IMG_7435.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 348px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438393253301122594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5bkC3H7SetvFzyfGl9LxjGY3pwM8PH7faNgjzF4ihUCKoTsYV3EJTJ7Dz1qlmGcJWwmwoXVDhJnVidLEfz3-bXiaL0sZbBzJLZDZpqsj8t0oIyuXSi3lfLUODJCOrNPdzmlLX8RvKEE/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438414767421249314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpWPrEAgfx7Q7R5ML-VYztOmWoN2ZRuEggUOUjh9aPEbMcq_LqB9NvVSkQXDDU9v3YIb88PxGgJFoiOKaX1Q4C9UQDBTntk_8rwUAFwL6O7ksmtOlLr2tIxJNAVFUcErpUaoX9rny2dw/s400/IMG_5810.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As I'm here to blog, I try to take note of things, activities, atmospheres on the way. But it's hard to engage the surroundings, the area changing so entirely it's impossible to decide whether the remaining gas works, the canal, the tenements have any associations anymore, whether, under these vast 'regeneration' projects, those historical sites deemed worth retaining don't become only images of themselves, sucking the visitor with them into bearingless drift. I head to the exhibition, a little relieved to escape the implications of these thoughts, to be back on project. </span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438184227447731458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9QdsevlU-pn3rUdyezQtS0M4KG13E-aiEhW53TgfJgNYbAqUlBU9rtWY-mX6vxASqHNEoZdPr6LBW_-GksyTzoblcIEFd_dmW0NyxaKBSi55U2nahIM1HdjvmCC7wYRsRLyIvvUBrE8/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438191365427106658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-6sm2xRglXNrGJZayUK-_VrSM-DgMNRow-IDnwc_MDtOVF8XK_FQasgD4GI83kUGnK7meuAqVhWHfpNb4OTmlH8EDnIm9RDtxY0Rp7qfgpZETh_nfHXkjj3DWi_K8YhoeADx48ikJGQ/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 301px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At the door, though, a change of plan. No photography. I could only research for the blog if I forwent any attempt to gather materials. The instruction at first perplexed me. The photographers represented had all long passed away, surely taking copyright issues with them into dust. What was to stop the free proliferation of their images now? Perhaps it was physical: flash, technology of another time, may destroy these delicate early images. But couldn't we be asked to forgo, not photography itself, but the use of flash? The arguments were idle: there were other necessities at work, though, I suspected as I left a little while later, denying me conclusions from what was in itself a fascinating show.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438417368693242770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaSj0QOcg9YFaOkSyZjTgil2TzsnsBouMw3v9dA__huSubKFrd0b6ycER7T1eRn0ncZ_vsI99ktug5SZBAf2avp5Ir-qUiGXAMJsIyJvhG2Fg-STThBvie8SXwh2-bcaTBFBrEtsh0ek/s400/IMG_7117.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438415779314787570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_1VQ8D3z1Rv5IN33Imui6kpB_Hdu55Yqus8Zhl-9ttYkhrRfF9qkIlJzx8sKPU7gSeSmy43n0jAzOrsaOCEqZzeZSWTN_RsnLdJZannHfKljmDd3Gpx-qjoh7vOCJz1zB6CqCPW7si8/s400/IMG_5793.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The circulation and refreshment areas were a little less busy now, but the mood still more studious if anything. This had been my first outing specifically in search of blog material, and I hadn't expected this kind of resistance. Perhaps this itself was what I've elsewhere called the imminent disaster occurring with everything unchanged, the window smashing onto the street, the world becoming props to hover in mid-fall, the subject disappearing. Research in the lobby went on in its near-silence, discussions hushed. In the windy courtyard, Newton bent, noticing nothing, over the same unfinished work. The equal traffic flows opposing their directions still argued out the sense of the Euston Road.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438186234254893362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjshNCakyH85TiEnyDxvrUtL-mcaFiEgFgUoXgsQrlYchLltzKTlDAnJP_12EAtaIj9_zct5BKMdGG10JecPoRrUhxEI3iVINTJYhD1qAz7kZ3Co9kaWi2gtVjL8llIc4zQzNRRA7DHE/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 386px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438394571256146066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeaFmY-zdHh2I6mVPK1KgO4jzW3DbQYYmZhpktOKOuEqjLFQq7G782bMWJYE68Suy1edTCPlyAeTZ0gYK3lmyY9o86hBqguGrpGUdlmiuer4I1bb-jXzZaHKbFoaohW47dkBubumN7Cs/s400/IMG_0556.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 358px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438416562917086626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWDqyinwXbSfJTZ2AtWV_Y0W_mbGTTO8Nt6lOzNWoFCip_uhld-Xn3-LJwhGuxpdZ1jeilaUoy99sbiZ470kgzWkTwfk9MIy6sffTLG6iMTcNoeT6iKfGWPbhili5QnvPoc1eyyJAFmQ/s400/IMG_5890.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Continuing West, rounding a corner, I come upon </span><a href="http://www.housmans.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a bookshop</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> I've never noticed, but which would appear to have been here since way before the changes. In the window, books on London, local lore. Here, perhaps, I would find material for a post, if not, as planned, on photography, on the local area itself. Entering, I browsed a collection whose difference from what we've become used to with the stranglehold of the chains confirmed what I thought: the shop was a limpit, clung here since long before the recent turn in tides. As I push on in, the focus on London gradually gives way to one on Paris. Eventually, it reaches its zenith in a set of shelves whose label promises to explain: 'The Situation is Movement'. I bought a book promising to explain it on leaving, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Situation is Movement in the City</span></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, which I took with me back onto Euston Road to have a first look at in the Pompidou café.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413339610524770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinES2LzyJTiTGSiG4b36iY_RBbHZTH72pv6KFr7T8_5hpM6Zf7gK4nmDW91n7w6_3OGXx2aIh08zbCr-HBrvoxWuV8TcrJICBKfZOD3FfA5-04a6RomC7LQE2oNgv7vUSBSa4rfVNhCsY/s400/IMG_5712.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn89SgP-Lt4ctbx27go4zQpZ08PkTv5eeDQf782OhTQ4ja7ZGWewBpb7TTK01j9FWdrzcaFx4OtbWqWMcGf1n2aZXqDHit6xeHhCo9qCW7V3iPzsWAPyBWqRTFzvqy_OXuemZBscwRIkU/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn89SgP-Lt4ctbx27go4zQpZ08PkTv5eeDQf782OhTQ4ja7ZGWewBpb7TTK01j9FWdrzcaFx4OtbWqWMcGf1n2aZXqDHit6xeHhCo9qCW7V3iPzsWAPyBWqRTFzvqy_OXuemZBscwRIkU/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438822640632001410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Situation is Movement would appear to refer to some sort of group originating in the recent past devoted to uncovering qualities within specific places which, as far as I can tell, may be akin to those sought on this blog - may be instructive. One of their methods would seem to be the description of one place by means of another, members, for instance, using a map of London to travel around Berlin, cutting and splicing maps to join non-contiguous locations, investigating deep into the specifities of the commonest locations for powerful but unnoticed effects on the mind, behaviour. </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413962498729970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFyiCoi8tRE98CV4bO_a7ZIziQlxmgXL-XTK4Pff4dsCBfoWlT_c5IrLj2goOhCUopfhju6nQ8yozLgb7P3jomg_Lhw-6qAeppJM0lU3t0AQ_SJbdGF-hQLMrSskyVAO7372hkHNGp2s/s400/IMG_5747.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438386228692584594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO63E46Pp__VMW1TraXNcSlCLqsw0UXg4rY1W50eh4jS-KfGv3kN3NG1dOK0Fg1j73BWwnkh2-NtMPs0iPnitRBZl0vP7SQ7DLk2cW82cGlQoRbS_EYPJtUPeU_Eb2Sv_r44SjMVIQlew/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 290px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Sitting in the Pompidou, I was unsurprised to hear the young couple to my right speaking French. The rail link tunnelling out of London, under the Channel, into the Gare du Nord, the tube lines now enmeshed, continuous, was only part of wider changes. The student flats arriving, pool halls closing down, the kebab and sex shops clinging on, the cafés forced to spruce or go the way of the junkies, the closure of the Scala cinema with its all-night screenings - </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Trip</span></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Into the Valley of the Superdolls, Easy Rider</span></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> - each a part of broader movements, all to be tracked, logged, mapped.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438190075987164978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrZhJa2WsU7kff461IQ7FQhZBgMuXi7ChuMzZFQtqsiQClpbgfhembTSSb5W7JGwFxXQq-XS7L158XKOnfoYPF4IMlQyAXwxvW1ZgmL5veUN7784LAUkMvyHOkMtOy9cYZTUn-U5gJsw/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 341px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1s5jskTNEMpjzBM72W_yD0wBmkzhIXMDzTdaZNzvNyt9vy7_DU8njzFhIgVHj0UrS9Xlr1Yluc6R0LguNHsu4MLxqzwEcKOagmlKnxe7SGInDcGnt65zDW1roVzgV_JXeHSCps1fvyI/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438563243680079618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413689162979474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGoNQgAihrsfbuF3BWGGeOCfYYXkGmLEi3vpD55Pilit9PvluNPAhLqQo8aAiYUi6XngXtQ-HQp6El0ILQ_7blusSXVUOg_gTVodPPlF1PQYe5HBfzlFe-oJ0Sxg9HCHsAP-b-zjCLV8/s400/IMG_5755.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><!--EndFragment--></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-64438422882651731242010-01-27T13:20:00.000-08:002010-10-10T10:51:17.514-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A Possible visit to the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ériph</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">érique</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by the London Archaeologist.</span></i></span></span></i></div><!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--> <!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--> <div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihlRxDhxXpiwf00KAlzP3wsP1FnQ35o0IUYLOOySEorZiHNyK0RNeJeUEza9TyEhGFP4ch7oou65JfNQ0Hy60DUrY5yhi9r2Yc36pUppu8tvBiOFeM1bhWMK0_QnwD256MzyZBn6WkF0I/s400/IMG_6080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431532902527711954" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pdFqFFQeRTaAO-wz4gGQORSoi5FbGjk-G1W58sNV9AHcvnf9eRe6QGOsfPEZFyCSZFCRJg_gUUrDUTCedj2JoCIqZpiBC_KWeX6sAyVwbVGLYmtfZQ1C69MkMkBdRoqKQ2EVp5n95_k/s1600-h/IMG_6105.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCDH9vz41Q-3DFBU07oDYP8nO3-DVJJUW1KcNHk_NgxYWIJg90yFvFvLa15tMwqTyc945vtwcpEnrlVmekjcK70JknK44GN9unpk0sWuDFuEOFkVg2THupM3O6EQ5Du4ZGFdBc6SduNc/s400/IMG_6115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431534125474089314" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRyr56yiRjRSmpXDGWe0fhntFP3oSwPhyphenhyphenmvLCVerCCZ787Wm4xjZd_HZBBQaaNx5cBBQPPEtbUZp46ZchchQ4I95acz-MIeYpwDrayFXJlN1_9pyMGzPZHBbvBKdzfNlhZpv_CWvLJVs/s400/IMG_6184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431541111705004578" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have now verified that all the texts the St Pancras man referred to are genuinely published works. That dealt with in my </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-of-buttes-chaumont-by-london.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">last post</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> was, it transpires, by Aragon, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Le Paysan de Paris</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Paris Peasant</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, which, as I have just (re?)read it, I can say reflects all the man said. Hunting down a link for the text, I found an </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><a href="http://mmsilverman.blogspot.com/2007/12/paris-peasant-louis-aragon_16.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">interesting translation</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">/portation of its spirit </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">into New York blogese, though for the accuracy I can't vouch, being unable to locate the exact spot in my copy.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7XtdfoYl44RsyQa6w36e_lFdEDP99YbI0jEsxpfG4Zq1Jk-hCIZ2hs-pW9-9jcTZQPh4VUCuRDxOp1pJ4ZkN9lMbKG65nC08IoVoESSxrjilyD_EK6l0WXWoyqFi06erTP7lfNijhsk/s400/IMG_6151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431535553183764722" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dUOqo82RgqxzxxvjdCooyVUIyc74ul8epsHid7-hQGKEfEjbX4HlSfjkOmD0fKNZX_3kGgGlfG5JA_GRD5VHuxF1W0t8WPJCILa1gGDOe-PoY2GRz1ZAB5aAIK6ArdtNIl_-N3ao3So/s400/IMG_6111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431533764872552418" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A strange but compelling mixture of detailed description filled with circumstantial fact, philosophical reflection and the freest imaginative riffs, the book seems deliberately to set out to conflate any distinction between conscious fact and the unconscious fantasy. It seems to be the man's contention that what we believe we see as the real world is in fact a sort of convention, and represents a tiny fraction of the things that occur around us. Certain phenomena in the text share many parallels with those we've long been tracking on this blog. It would seem that, in Paris, as in London, for instance, there may be occult forces, let's say, inherent in certain locations which appear on the surface nothing special, but which careful investigation may be able to uncover. If the parallels are real, then, the wonders of pubsignstakenforwonders may not in fact be new in themselves, as it's been our tendency to believe, and may have been around long before Aragon himself wrote of them in the twenties.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTe01YEo6ibjzTVSkM0IG5gBfuD2mYRsAefzYgNrd5jDBB8RlzP5F0n0oAYKFPYjxXh27QvhZ1NZwF2uO83ew4Itet8Uwb6CgldCyoOiKwXXk2xSdX19ZVkLfRkMRpEBChumdgLQqS58o/s400/IMG_6117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431534854299333138" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pZF-4pVjCwVOwMV1VyzAOMFlYqbdmpELGhp_k1jq1E5Dw9dKnxme_SmNs42tjd_0Vabz-vDvjS8B_EsbnD7aymmRM8kRHe9qKVl5uELfnI7LdTL1vltxeYfbEYL9o_DnP92XieAw3Qk/s400/IMG_6105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432916800386731026" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The other text I investigated on that first day, though in relation to my experiences, it is more problematic, was perhaps no less illuminating.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBUvwKv-WBhnWNAyc0UVrwCu6qONlKLtjHctpg2Tw4ZDJHrJSFaeP9tc1EAShnfGGHXPbcKwMQEc00b2U6IUdgZ3jYDgrpCm7eYDLOWyaQcI6JQ_ri4CzAIzjOmvAYaNQNNQY7m7Zvew/s400/IMG_6186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431542639852603410" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Immediately after the visit to the Buttes Chaumont, I went in search of more places annotated in the </span><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&client=safari&q=gogle+maps&ie=UTF8&cd=1&hq=gogle+maps&hnear=Boulevard+Ney,+75018+Paris,+France&geocode=FZwg6gIdmdgjAA&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=23.875,57.630033&z=13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">map</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the St Pancras man had left with me as having been mine.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjcPkUdgl2Hzla8MpFhfxsezJJkCd-9-_VhKl04yFhanbJeSZgvHNkTDiXFFWM6AdZUn6kKQNURe8M4Ne_huvOY7m0sTebItB3pCI6g3WDMTGXRdoZfkEJiDd4lzBe0EaBw9vQHLHyP4/s400/IMG_6209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431541806997630002" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The nearest of these was at the perimeter, around the Boulevard Périphérique - the city's ring road. The book as the man had presented it was, although described as a novel, based on close factual description of a small suburban area and its inhabitants, on the one hand, and the life and times of a true historical figure who had given his name to a street at its centre - Avenue Ney, after the marshal of the Napoleonic era.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwAVYvstFKRLahmsdEUHl5OTJCK2qN9-reTVeKk9l-o3R8fnRn7Ll3yE085lh3b6iiMkuvfJqPfv93OkVGIIKrKbuB70xZmmckZPImxPayCKunYWPclGX2D4ZGbcEVFsOzg9rUC792DQ/s400/IMG_6132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431535188924603906" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Densely descriptive, the text kept returning to a few essential features which had stuck in my memory thanks to the account at St Pancras. The cheap and characterless hotels, mostly there to serve the motorway, in which the narrator lived, the cafés, canal bridges, high-rise blocks, railway lines, and, at the heart of the story, beneath the motorway itself with its almost </span><a href="http://www.ballardian.com/the-real-concrete-island"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ballardian</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> vocabulary of approach roads and sidings, the pillars supporting its flyover, in which, the man insisted, the main characters lived.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANJyje2PpWVKD65GTWJRsIRlwyp_queGmCDx1tTCQB51xLMFZdUevdT45Hag6KxjHhe4j6yab0YiyrGorjqmzVb2uqWJIgWVThN_XdMmXgmsTrpf4kV5uxfzt0wZkoA9GAEL0gRCj5tU/s400/IMG_6157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431536369993085442" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR9ym3-STjcjhk706IljOQNE_VGqU5G59YuDGOhIh9C3GwEO6I2V-KiWCR-pnrksPK__UdnzN2bSgSUXoX85unM8fRTIA_TUzRFGyLR4aPK2iK9-PwAxXf0rOd6CMjzN4x0SiLKiNjNQ/s400/IMG_6181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431540642210064290" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was in search of these details I went from the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Butte</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, then, in the expectation I might jog my memory. There was no way to be sure that the high rises I saw, the bridges and hotels were the right ones, but certainly the lexicon of forms was clearly recognisable. Whether or not the text, whichever side it lay of the divide between fiction or journalism, really existed, here at least was evidence that its subject matter was real. And even though, as at the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Buttes</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, I couldn't be sure whether it was as a result of having visited before, read about it, or only as a result of the King's Cross man's description, my experience was certainly one of recognition. I don't think I thought at the time it was stuff for the blog. Rather, if I photographed, it was for evidence of the recognition, for later, when I'd be able to put it all together.</span></span></span></i></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJdzkg_ESqH48WxDY8EkywbeS5gFjVmI2iFl1g_vAfeeYABDyIxluquYiTNggeb_Z6ChU4F3Sn9wN8_mZPNGXWXh8TMDBRNhBAqReZ_rj16bDEtODKM7_-xrs5K8_GZrVgjG9LT8pHEc/s400/IMG_6224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431543054273343458" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now is perhaps that later. Since Jean Rolin's </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La Clôture</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, which answers to every detail of the St Pancras account, was published in 2002, it is quite impossible that I should have read it when I knew the St Pancras man, described it to him, or written the annotations on the map he claimed had been mine.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYfEQXCzQZQXTFAyJ4_vyLX3MvyHYRkwpW0KKDNYlJmbsKDHULKaCt2dr6autIygXnHxiZIDDTNCbrpFoBXIPD7yj8yTdqEJYZcZ_HZMTXmxSQYJzKAON-Gv5dU6hsGbUNWVuwEz90kM/s400/IMG_6175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431540065463724146" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">However, if this might suggest ruling out his entire story, other things still suggest otherwise. My experiences with the Aragon text, for instance, were similar, but that text I certainly could have read. And then, given the parallels in the Aragon text with our experiences here in London, if I was to apply its principles, as I clearly should, it may be that my sense of recognition, outweighing any narrow conception of factual possibility, should dictate its figuring in a blog such as this, bent on uncovering, not the superficial, but the underlying facts.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7ubHhz7_KAmx0ImYiq3jERWlq7Y0uwveDDzxnJBDxXAhHpJY16Hhhavx1gmP1YzKI7A1iHTzZXKi_HO2uMcuxB65HQ80cDPaNmtk5iJ6vj1iDRAHGHV_9_hwX_opZLTTdDOWQoaAqAo/s400/IMG_6164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431538337727640002" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These, then, were the two mysteries presenting themselves to me at the end of the first day in Paris. Whether or not the events of the second day resolved the puzzle, I cannot yet say. However, the very least that I had was good reason to continue the search, and you can be sure I took as close a record of my activities as usual.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyOvz1Re5unyzWJKxD0rTklIBLalc9K_MQiYqeCZFJ1GIJ-j6gx4u1K6gFI22hbr6HToKsl4HPr2Eh46N0NWwlIn-0zb8RXTOKRbiciUHtjJPFe9G8kN6KeNPHxiPFctj55bjGRDIE28/s400/IMG_6167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431538690558979906" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-91802290129669794332010-01-24T06:58:00.000-08:002010-03-10T12:35:54.835-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">To Catch an Angel, not a Terrorist,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">by The Landless Landlord</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><i><br /></i></span></span></i></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hWnDbsQF6ltnpoqsPBVMK0CsBEawBUsklG4j7HJPfDioZlF-BXL9kvROdvOIT8kDVXT6wZyZDpLj8vuiZlfWGGBOM38JBUhuyZBipdRgKdUQNkobeuRdkqn5ThpUlFx_6e9lo1U_WfM/s400/IMG_7634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327257951460162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjux5ac27cfIQIruRLnlf3nzAJ-mM8vUkYd6HkHMg4m96j6AOiQtehk0PxS8Nf2-BPDneLA_CwXY20e2n9c6743v1JfRcGqFETkb7mTI00ljSoUsa9k5Ls5NwO5ERHuFnlZUuLXA5Tn7w8/s400/IMG_7619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430324643222601330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDOVtaKS-w2N1wzh7hqed5sVJmgAfC2jLKI_N2C4G5dXWbO2VXHYStu1ZtA0zIuco2dURTiA6GQVbuOYGtzHZNpwrw0nwYiVAYKyECU-merQ2PTwdzKCsveHAP8Gq7cq1JTNmvl76uT48/s400/IMG_7610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430324263834901458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A whole line of signs particularly under threat is surely those relating to the nation's naval history. With the fall of the Empire, their relevance is fading from the nation's consciousness. Their continued existence, particularly in the metropolitan areas, is one of those anomalies cast by the forces of inertia on the shores of the present, the 100-gun First Rates swinging over our high streets appearing more ghostly every year. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0ptSX8WOx28iP-KmMNiM1xV1AChMwVGlijyFcQWS_fVeOmAXyBhMNp0fhoSS4DaQsL6R4stv_MCf234jenbe1EHjDxzKPInUy62horHvCleNGV7KnTP2MQPXw6oATRJffZIqgKvddPA/s400/IMG_7645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329287171175586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05mnuvQ6rkdgntwzPoqJqenCVG6pNLWhtfuacFilsLqC24vc1m9KBqNxhOqLbSMS_YFnoTHc_SdZg8zYELoX6DZVy9lCz3tw2ft74oSiOaGxHHlIGhWdLimgDZwE0itGOMRhrX7ySeAg/s400/IMG_7647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430330012326737474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I've been learning over these posts that, given the disappearance of the pubs, the question of the signs has to be approached increasingly obliquely, the attention forced to direct itself away from the swinging panels, to stray even from the pubs, taking on the surrounding world itself. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jgicO616IeDJY8kDe5mWu-JVAV4SHTSQo1YGp6tP1LbXmasmzsQhKaMtB66GhqocxHL1M4npr4Z3iV0J2iHKdjv5lX5W6TItIp7JI84QOR5tPHy0K3Oe-r6VY5HR9PGemUKT0WysCEs/s400/IMG_7655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430398272079842818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoG2nOlcUzYmqGPmPXhsZ27Inscnaf92RqiQTA3N_3SBVCG2OSizrezQ7AL16zpU5PhKQhM49u1W9hrT7PIOVQXO6snYnSLdpBWKkbqjy0mZn_-D_KqVHkzUO0borjTs7UfZB56TF_oA/s400/IMG_7616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430325416568889954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/Albertopolis"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Albertopolis</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> it was the memorial that, having become the original, was blotting out the pubs, the Prince Alberts, the Albert Armses - if you can coin a word for a disappearing thing -, or all those others created in what were surely the hostelry's greatest boom years, closed, renamed.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HB6nQu6KQnFHJC-w099tuOSMUj3doOucK8WcR4anhdSuhsggSpG4crw9bi6fx5c37NXEjXMmB6oqebACmY7u4crOfwvayHYQb93JgI3gYonHmaZPrsK-AiBnyidP4bajd9OpSRvobH4/s400/IMG_7615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430326166704804434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yrlN5fzWJSzRbDX3pLBwtDx_WLEuPaI6A_eVFrGlwpxoM37eFK5tPOEIBdiDxTwhkEKOKbvgY524hSumYUqRiw7ou7apy1onIqMfYem6AJA1tduzaEeuw0jAhTAww-nyF3UrKhs1hSI/s400/IMG_7635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327592757624674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But the crux came for me at </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/10/seen-outside-public-house-asked-to.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Islington</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, where the Community Support officer tried to force an angel from my camera, unaware it was even there, by means of Section 44, the supposed anti-terror law. Preservation even of the traces would be the matter of a struggle against time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2BQcj_Ea-nHzZB2bCFVgjgKQToSkDtGDwVcHFeuhFixuQeLNDbJQLFKtrO6TQmZ923-GHxNU3LTDZaneqnL05idzDQnWpqqyNIJRFZdhBvJSNPT7S7oKMpa4uZ62JJIGbKnJti-pSyA/s1600-h/IMG_7593.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2BQcj_Ea-nHzZB2bCFVgjgKQToSkDtGDwVcHFeuhFixuQeLNDbJQLFKtrO6TQmZ923-GHxNU3LTDZaneqnL05idzDQnWpqqyNIJRFZdhBvJSNPT7S7oKMpa4uZ62JJIGbKnJti-pSyA/s400/IMG_7593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430322317768084866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFZMq_pLKzn7C2QoS3cnoOJdrkQMn9hExfiOdunY5L_ETAzZkUB2p5Ef6xPXh4oRiv2dlm2zdFfz8J1_QXTlHsiHnfXX5K3Sdh2-Mb5qKZ9O5MifHc430OJqEbA4E7sMUN_NOGc5SScs/s400/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430326719788608898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was clear that, if I wanted to grasp the true nature of the naval genre before it sank entirely from view, I would have to converge on the sign at their centre.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbh_SydGryxssj0R3IyZWs49vnv4FoCJ9a9bpcmVhC2itHECi1h5wWp5ww6La6c7vM-AXYrCK3GysSp9JVV_vrVuNCS7Kj_LrWvxdhB2H2NjXLUCHTo1drYuIeEqyY9sHilZLEg63pmAQ/s400/IMG_7654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430330449069827618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But time was short. The possibility existed yesterday, and for only a couple of hours. Since the Angel event, and given two encounters of the Windowless, I've been following as much as possible other </span><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/jan/23/photographers-protest-stop-search-terrorism-police"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">stories on the same subject</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. It would appear that, under the banner </span><a href="http://photographernotaterrorist.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">'I'm a Photographer, not a Terrorist'</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, there's a group dedicated to keeping present the possibility of capturing what are, in the terms they presented themselves at Islington, images of the Angel. On Saturday 23 January, Trafalgar Square, they were suggesting, that possibility would be on the line.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh340kouvakmYrBtT-CiuEwlM6NXCujJEm6yMRGmcwoPKwkc_IyDHkkrQrvor1nuS2RANE1GCLWmoDRhrqJOYB9uzAi0NT_2PTs5EfODHLJVMZdKOGVxojWATcv-gKmvZ-hgWyYqqM3ij0/s400/IMG_7641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430328885119308722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A 'Community' policeman tried for while to police, tried to enlist the 'real' police on his side, gave up. A street entertainer, baffled at the number, the nature of these tourists, the size of their cameras, their interest in him, each other, anything, made an impressive attempt at life as usual. </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL6iqOMMAtU8HD46JgtOU5Nv-KOXnmdeF6fEDmkSX4-8O_POWKmM0t1xGFeYhCFZLgUJXONLVVmgduVvKhmrWZ_iGr8mLQQQQmE8aT4dalbV53OS7xYQ6Uyr3SkvLn-Ee2cM-oJ_7E-8/s400/IMG_7663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430401879019402482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The point was to go there, to photograph, to be seen to be photographing. The event to photograph was the event making the point, the point being go there to be seen photographing, being photographed. The thing to record was to be the event recording it. This, surely, would be the test, not only of the Albertopolis theory, but of theory of the Angel, and in the hope of preserving not only the naval battle sign, its epitome in Trafalgar, but also of course, beneath it, a bar, a pint, a stool and a pleasant din, around it, the possibility of following where they're going, with the First Rates, Angels, and Alberts, of course, only a start.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaY-uoJPx5u7jLQF81-ycupFlEQpKxG-rySvq8cMaaxXt5_wliE1BWqbNagcYmsa_negC1MkPywuHkAgAUhpDFqAsDxpTCGKQfuCPtfD5NLJGE9m6EnYyIJoJQWwVYnxEZ0cHqcfgmjJc/s400/IMG_7594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430322645810496578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px; " /></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNviVcgx4tJ830I7JFfwmzC8o2Dd6mnCt8RBJ7PRuJiCvgxzen6w6_lDHwH0wTSFOPwfdf01wvt6XGVRFMKCIxAtqpra5GSrOqI4x79RFFptxKxRcYVGiV4cHFfffrL5kbUyGWSvdc1qA/s400/IMG_7602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430323205187656530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-84277981968620144882010-01-22T09:53:00.001-08:002010-10-10T10:51:17.515-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A Sense of Déjà Vu at the Buttes Chaumont</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by The London Archaeologist</span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDRk-7vQIku3xx52jAu5jeZFftlIQdMoj9oI3OhNKiMyIjwUufEUzE8S6vyi8FqWR2_I4p8PkioKoA9MCf4MgLukofKoGrhblEQH6LWb4PmAGsUZIcC9gpvbaZDNquRbkTI_P4Z4YbJo/s400/IMG_7318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429630033595262626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2aaTpBWFgvOMeoxvs0qYy1BgY0yjPg-MXx4SfzCflfsu-ih5kgQyaDc8YGH13f4dNXU-07Ljj8sglrmV8Q1MgTTdbOVKH9EhnHtF8X7ihyDL7cN3XUph3q5Q5KIx4hnlT_CHjv7-TrU/s400/IMG_6064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429627965740127890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27Fy0jlq0xXf-wftZMIMEI4hTNUg9s6r5-fOBBD_vj0PBjyJPaSMtBpsyXq4KRhNH9zJOFzcxpxHegkDAxhwzsAuM7Y_tD3eJJSPV_Dr0vs4DhRhtj_Z5Rpn8qeZx6jERgeGt2KOKr_4/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429635239415478562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">One of the perks of being back in at least semi-employment is the conference round. My last was to be hosted by the</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> Société du Vieux Paris</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Old Paris Society</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. They invite me out every few years, and I'll always one way or another have someone from the society over here to talk in whatever institution I've worked for. This isn't back scratching. London and Paris, like all cities, for reasons both obvious and obscure, are intimately linked - more than many, and now of course with the tunnel, they have become extensions of each other's tube systems.</span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAvNrP3XMTK3DwiDuNfsa9N0BQr2dZczrmiZxalUQ1c-i8YZUVXmUlnhFrVWNp0wdwQZfGvverV2CQSRE6wwNAMbJXBW9-NIeGUIv5tCOvEG5uY5JJtbuHLTlV8dYhYvIn6N5qCwJpmE/s400/IMG_6036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429627292591832178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This isn't a work-related blog, thankfully, or there wouldn't be much to report, however. As a result of the wrong kind of snow falling on the train, I missed the conference. Instead I went out after it for two spare days just before Christmas. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The relationship of the twin cities is reflected in my own personal history. I spent time in the French capital before my University degree, during a brief flirtation with the idea of studies there. I know no one there any longer, apart from vague acquaintances associated more or less with the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Société</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. All my visits are coloured by a sense of familiarity not only with the architecture and apects of the archaeology, but also, I now feel, with this familiarity's being that of someone increasingly distant from me now. However, whether this feeling is itself something that's genuinely grown over the years, or is an illusion resulting from what's been something of a sudden jolt I received in this last trip, I can no longer say with any certainty.</span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoLJc1rCgiuqz50IrpSxROKqhC4GAmg1W9ZYPl55-foV17Ob3s94XmgPw6T4sbkQezgfe6q0tUVJNSYzfWhFbvVLEtW0d7w2Ld4LAxOkXGdwIbBhXf_6r4zzs9l2mOAsOvvdG2pR2RME/s400/IMG_5939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429625037187847810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The weather was dry, clear, but with the sun skulking, rarely summoning the energy to peer over rooftops. As I left the hotel on the first morning, near the intersection of Boulevard Voltaire with Rue de Charonne, it was with a sense of inner reflection, but on nothing of purpose. To say that I was expecting, for instance, an encounter with this person I might recognise, but would never become, would be to go further than I could be sure of. Certainly nothing concrete for the blog.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">However, I now rarely move without a camera in one pocket, a notebook in another, and a pen somewhere about me, and not long after setting out I saw the first sign of work to be done: 'square' in its planning sense is a word I've long been meaning to work on in the London context. Seeing it here in Paris shook me suddenly from my complacency. I had only a couple of days to see what they make, there, of the urban form, and what that might shed on their etymological source in London.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5lXyi1NeOZuvkW_I3gISbNaP1pq5BHs4wyx-gGbCFcIC6GjrWkrHxJ-ZOoS4c303FvufBcunpO83i42RHXoE9b4f-ZqyX5l6dK4G6Ia7IoGIiG3w9FFSycNuGr9_yS8LWWfewYN25Q8/s400/IMG_5926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429624293491954722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The result was in equal proportion illuminating and perplexing. The word, then, could be taken not only to have no relation to shape, but to require no terraced houses or perimeter road around it. This one was only accessible from barely noticeable passageways.</span></p> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGT5oBhvjLDkdbJ6KUvF31E5mfmfny3MfAMMYQdLEv2Fon_cepvV6KR6OY5kq-Tizpw3BFx8O9uQ4GMAbUCd8gl9WMF0WrgjL_v7WnL05-hT2CmVKChIIYQXRNTpY9HeGIR2wCMoEdho/s400/IMG_5933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429624714199550690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Taking my map from my pocket, I hunted down the nearest other to direct my steps that way. Much more like the English, 'Square Bolivar', despite the name, and though still alien enough to be of interest. Something would surely come of this. Lunch in a nearby café would be an opportunity to plot a route taking in further squares, with which to get to the essence of the shape as it appears through the tunnel. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WM0RMu1KnA9WOY1JyIWVakze4w65XEDS1rboTYtSEnjW7U4a5N6jhEhXiT8mTyO9KOf6o5ffb8n9kWkFrQfDRZgn66UNz6nCCFIm8jgasr7UzrRPexWftDYGvOpsWre6C1jEjY21SIA/s400/IMG_5946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429626239570068402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The streets I tried abounded in cheap North African places whose menus, when they extend beyond merguez sandwiches, tended towards couscous. If I was going to try to grasp the sense of the local urban space, perhaps this would be a distraction. If I was to mine linguistic differences, perhaps I should immerse the tongue itself, eat French. Passing a park, I reasoned that something posher might be found in its perimeter. Serving a more bourgeois bunch, a trad. menu might be found there. Passing the Kaskad, given something in the spelling, my first expectation was of disappointment. In fact, the menu was fairly traditional. I took out my writing implements and w<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">aited for an </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Andouillette</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> (sausage of '</span></span><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">boyaux</span></i></span><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">', the waiter had informed me - narrow pipes, passages, tubes - and, seeing my perplexity, indicated the systems of his stomach), congratulating myself on my savvy deduction.</span></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOtPbJp8w0pCqyV6_f3polCm69B562QBnr6tC5D_kXOk6ZqL6XByHRpiLoZZQs800NZMHcf6CsnE39so1Cq8MkxfxeSLFenNeG-hPGaqFXgFCuFe6o7laYVYDMv6zvIaF3iFjxsb3Lcw/s400/IMG_6044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429627598236211986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The wine, when it came, suggested, too, the advantages of my food policy, and looking to my left out of the window, I leant comfortably back in my seat. 'Cascade', of course, I realised, seeing the high mound of a park, topped by a little belvedere, and feeling my skin prickle. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYPpv66Nyrs_cQsKzcN4u8xNz6h3bLBWGlUeb-o9ErbC89Pw7GlFISZGWludrt1fBldExTZPF5UU5KDJjBN0VIdYInKjwfqJOTTWdOpQhwDpXdesire_2yMRUc2xT0HfbxoFv1SaYWqg/s400/IMG_6258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429628879494481506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On that first day coming out there, as I was searching in the chaos for a way out of Eurostar's insane mismanagement, I'd become aware of a beaming smile fixing me from the crowd. The man was both genial and intelligent. He too had been visiting Paris for some sort of conference, insisted we exchange cards. Although my memory was foggy, the man had a knowledge of my background - university life, my studies, of course, the Windowless Consultant, even, the Landless Landlord and events at </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Arms"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the Arms</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> - proving we'd once been closely acquainted. Insisting we go for a drink, he immersed me in anecdotes in which I figured, but had quite forgotten. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6YN97qVNGO1ql017Y1xsKYbRdGTBBfmqGfZ0cXC_GsBzBZrMmhlMP54x36ttOZHEO-mT_65XVR4yRweoHBrDbmTGzKQaMMSBfsMwwV9VdxifoVaB4GrWTXlce4FA2kMxnQjaaig_7Ck/s400/IMG_7267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429630806489402434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFk_FnVqhyOo2d0eRvSZrqs5pufi_EDWozmnaPHcVDl3MFyFDaaNp-zIiN2fsireOSUsESfDFSlPDdz9mOk_wYA9gd2MrbHVXze0QBdJnl4kSgqkPagC1kbHL0bWiu_D8uYKC5FROoDNE/s400/IMG_7294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429880960788293730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Amongst these, he kept on insisting that I'd spent an evening engrossing him in accounts of books I'd read in my gap year, out in France. In attempt to jog my memory, he went into such detail about them that I was entirely hooked - by what he told me not just about the texts, but also about the reasons I'd given him for my interest. It's all a bit vague now, a conversation shouted over the noise of the crowd and too many beers in the station 'pub', if our own Landless Landlord will excuse the term for a place that, despite what looks to me like a good beer policy, has, all told, a slightly tasteless cocktail air to it. And yet here was undoubtedly one of the locations. He'd shown me the map he'd been taking to Paris, now, finally, with the intention of following up my recommendations. There, beyond question, was a handwriting which, with allowance for change over the years, was to be recognised as my own. The map was mine, he insisted, had somehow got mixed up with his stuff in one of our drunken conversations all those years previously, now I must have it back so there I was with it in the Kaskad. Much of the writing was illegible, but two words were still quite clear: 'belvedere' and, alongside it, the more ominous 'suicide bridge'.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRuNeiCDPanDAR9tFwPV4btS4znSnVaCytd53IiznJNU1SZb7ylojhR4kMfIMFNllG6RJHhyUIG1fBEPKr_0ws08Hno8q43JRVX053X_qQRncqd9btAW4mQCaiJIktHvX0rmJyAj_v7s/s400/IMG_5956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429626645912571346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What I know of the book now's thanks to what he told me of what I'd told him all those years before, a walk around the place at night, philosophical reflections, a mixture of fact and fiction, sections, he said, down to chance. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyATcMEiJn2ldQMc8IFB5IBBJsIb96nfHz30vPoGllgG0PKt0PZVbrCTQZbm1KDm7qmM5VdL6UBX1qMkhMVFHgODxLvZr1SxiBW-_8ZdYCYfmh5MM6cqepR2ZG9btBYpNnHZ95jbi2eI/s400/IMG_6235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429636799280966642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The landscape the man described, though he claimed to know of it only from my account, was undoubtedly the same, the belvedere itself, on its high mound, accessible via the two bridges, one fenced around to stop the suicides; the other mounds; lakes; even an urban light railway, down there deep in sidings, now disused.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxgZ86PxcULBxYyaT4MBnnL5gD636xD8T1T2IKxdkiZrO9i0sqdrnbSLnqdJhF0tShSEIuYKJ09o5lVI-fItA416mz5JcliDFVxYQcVRgMzpEerOZy-0C-du9ocMtEPbbLU4sJDfDCEs/s400/IMG_7249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629605224176802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And yet, the more that his story was confirmed by the topography, the more irritated I became. The events were so long ago. I did feel I recognised this place. But that only made things worse still, since I couldn't be sure my recognition wasn't itself a result of my having visualised the minute description which, though he attributed it to me, I couldn't be sure wasn't his own. Now I thought about it, perhaps I hadn't deduced the presence of the Kaskad at all, as I'd flattered myself, but had remembered it, if not from a visit of my own, years ago, some reference in his account. As for the text, if he couldn’t recall the name, or even the writer, how could I know they were even real?</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rdeJ6pPukzY3AntHCHY7Y_N_0q5ORrrWyP1VWEYdoVkJdejdmD6b-c4UtFh50HaIHf98MRKzc0-TLKnNS5dbx2adX_azNwHI5IlHnVC7WOuolHCoDeO4BDK9hxtJmfdXGfdXLwUbYv0/s400/IMG_6003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429626989494404242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Obviously my interest in the squares project diminished. Instead, I rifled through the map for further annotations, places to test further my recollection.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4xfcSVb5QqoqXwyTDZrRmySt5ChtVHeBXv66xfzcn-iQO19g7pvxYiQ5YmIs0M59KOaOnq4dnpQRaCx4BoUHg3_ixwUavr35hhfVJjoOsHOR0g-CnLA77ga6hlFVJhVF9O5JNPluY_Q/s400/IMG_7347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429630402663262802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-85284471852486439532009-12-05T07:33:00.000-08:002010-01-17T10:49:34.141-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Piranesi at Blackfriars </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by The London Archaeologist</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411779973672042114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_b3mufJ3F14Go5RE50sALH-k5ekxABWd3t7DEypkZ2vxnOf4hqcwMifPcEWa6aY24lHxOLUmVxFHakosYOfFIJ024dUEhekb90gdZeO7kGSHpU911ZBG_TZaxBKV08cVDLfiDqWf6y7A/s400/IMG_5147.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411791424298092978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjof0CZomWNmAbNEe6ohG09Sc_oYBpps0c-vX_p7kT2SvLmmKImiruLO-3hIzBuu6HuunH9MgUb8PWppWByMhm4QNqJeAMPaYWKsvQVNP7fvm-7KQAXjNxFnoaMQwNIjwPZTnNpNwqHzjs/s400/IMG_5047.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782817937068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eWfN4tNLivruIuk2eyGm7gFlFV3wNCex4phVqRKjmdhzzZPdpViz7BUQsDlY6kFnAeGrE0dP6iTOjvajLo9DdN8N2GPsHtZcpMCXvadV1UqlRk0UzzA2XeireptR3pdXhq1-Du2NyPk/s400/IMG_4726.JPG" border="0" /></span></span> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I've mentioned my West City consultancy work, the magic shop it brought me to on a corner of Theobold's Road. The junction's with Leather Lane and the market. While there, I'd noticed what seemed to be the kind of framing effects, produced in this instance by the market stalls, that have in the past accompanied occurrences. Passing this time on my way to an exhibition, I set about to capture them.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412176922320255442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykWCbqo5B50HT0lrWIAO9SolcK_2EAn2BCfD1r-GjcjvhgPfNwTMdxOYScVAkhF6pBRfNCuY1enzi31Qe3UREs-Ms0_746enrYrhhrl_-vy4ussqvOB3tcnHAYDizVlcOWEfO4RQHKBI/s400/IMG_3917.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411777316690974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1nrxWkmqlhjbD1G9lry_KmVs5sDkCaJyyz0E_OxJ2CHItC5NZVgGEb4Kbp2V8MGfk_ywb3sqCjm90gH3zg6ItL_CSUGpH59XlFlaRuvIFnvZwThB1t9fTrQ16AUSMcFrjDFNfSitb5k/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411778269705382130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzKTpDXbEom73MYnm2ei8ieXJRHf7Tv7goOB_ZBbxYgTWaa6o1ayWCgQYevXxOtlSyC_270Dgfg0NB_w7pEHlmJi30rtb9XKtmyMUT1RdphTymjDmfvmMCySd8Jnx2GJH2XoYSs1Hn5c/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Work with the camera's often been likened to hunting, an experience I've never had. For me, fishing's always been a clearer analogy. A world without substance, silent and still, purely of vision, devoid of taste, feel, smell, the element into which we peer through the camera is an alien one, in which we could never survive. Staring at the glistening surface, we are aware of things in there of value, and occasionally there are sufficient signs to allow us to draw them near enough to, the arm a line, perhaps, the camera a hook, with patience, waiting till the twitch, pull, snap, catch. Sometimes you draw out a rusting shopping trolley or bicycle, rotting log, sometimes it's a rare fish, and the urban waterway's long been a favoured place for disposing of a firearm. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411778630439366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC5-ByJ-8KjX8CckpYxt6h8Z6HYCF7poGgVyR0sTymVSwck9JZq8HtiTy3_8EwQrJDhokLuqzDvwcmFUju_5lniNe-dqf6sm4_wnVUPGml9RGD8a7cUDDopjr9q3bUSH5bmaOZ0uMjdP4/s400/IMG_4932.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411779353865956194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qieI0JbZ3TOEEa0cag3a1X3MBbkjPzDEXZLvPvCHO4isEqYCDMXg3rdS-2FgF47_pHT0-Kx8ezCkPIrDZZuEWXnEsJS-vi_IIToHPe2T9Ud7Vm0g5Q8UG7Nbzsi7kI3r6aGkEbx7L6Y/s400/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411779012241920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQWxytRkaeaJfQSx8X2gj8qMp51vGdIc6riDDOq86xfqnFMcNRkkeTR52wnc9o3SH_qhgTO0yZYJBQqTcBGXHgoGj-vaw-jCqVhwHeTv9QPQnuy69uEKWUJXrJNPoo8eTrVPbqJeSpS4/s400/IMG_4945.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Uncertain what they were I stocked them away. I say fishing, but of course only a lost archaeologist, strayed into an alien present, would build up the collection of discarded shopping trolleys I suspected they were, the camera no hook but a trowel, the element obscure as earth. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411789594773283010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bJUCPcaanljGeCjPihQE7czMRX_0XznXZ_MfBycuOsiAmfiWx49tvwtIstgX8gFX0m0nAdZ2XhTEJTU5wDSb0Jek0hRfMTXMmbKERWL8SbZ-ngxqcpGm4BpFxjRLe4k7SUaSxVT4LfY/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786048885544002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUGVz6MV_Ruw9puXI0Xg-kD0_8fpnLd-uhpc-w0TVhjoy4cc4mw_8FmIb5txVtyD7UC2lB0FOMhY6fdr95MywE47DL91nEjxJKtUUSiWD4xAt-cKvBB9-5IRQulm70GAUIkMxxQnmGTs/s400/IMG_4838.JPG" border="0" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My plan for the afternoon was neither blogging nor work, though. I was hoping to train my eye. I was on my way, first to Sommerset House, where I hoped to illuminate my own process by that of </span><a href="http://www.courtauld.ac.uk/gallery/exhibitions/2009/auerbach/index.shtml"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Frank Auerbach</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">'s trowelling through paint in imitation of the London subsoil at the bomb sites.</span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If it made sense to him, perhaps it could to me . My next stop was to be the Tate. If anything should arise on the way - as from the market stalls, for instance, I had hoped - so much the better. If they should not, perhaps that would be due to my inability to see into the alien element, and inspecting how pain</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ters, who have the advantage, like Auerbach, of working in a genuinely humous medium, might have managed would certainly help me in future.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"></span></span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411790356087547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b_FQTcCgrMxmEpv_x8_eSreVWQJdGa_oP5yGOPD2uIIxBl6WgYFphThrPZg6-t6pWIUN6Zt4IbrJPiwlXqVsEloYc2SAeX_4TKqkoMJ4pqnmxrB-RMluQmbcoqsC-D7KtaKUIGXtumU/s400/IMG_5018.JPG" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411790671526509282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWYz7Z67pcHJlR4k9i1zXI8ZFsA41QDRHB0xjDgeARYEcgsd6Mv2hFMzPFETPGT89Fr_NvMNmn2gRvBWgG02Z5qYcXlSUZ5DlEppOXpqOfYMIDVok14QSovmPxuO8iLeZA7eqmQYtz2g/s400/IMG_5026.JPG" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411792208257468034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzFy-roT03mwP55SKXBdLzigYrArxa9pWZiAydk-eAMhOTvdXX-kex6U3Omv9wWiq1WN32ehyphenhyphenSZycAbM18CHmrJN9XxqIOXg0KysquTDMf-fm2G0QADVUsgXG46yqVwJRRAStM5dYPSE/s400/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">However, I left perplexed. The Auerbachs, failing to clear for me into the intensity of vision of his portraits, remained as dark, featureless and obscure as the substances they imitated. This was worrying. If my eyes were unable to draw even from these the fauna that were supposed already to have been labelled and logged, how much less so would they do so from the original element, the outside city itself. After a visit to an interesting adjunct they had on about the representation of the ruined city in art, including Piranesi </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Inventione</span></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, I left, I admit, slightly disappointed. Perhaps the Tate would redeem my intention of learning genuinely to uncover, see into the world I believe the previous posts have proved at least to exist.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785077071186322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmSqgaI7kU4yTbFi7JhpGV__XwMxHWH0GCfhB0WvXUpWp0E0hgAIZl-aDYmnJ_BJYP59qBJ-Yl4btMplBG3JtKooePCYDQJSvTw3SG1xTEpC2mK2eVDenF5T8ciFf2cKzWLRYkavWZ0U/s400/IMG_4799.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411791173847598034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBqFrTtjtlTwAmJ0TLeJ006KBQqB29zMrcZkgxdx9CiIFutWHiuWC7pQAdrkN0TT-vD_mjXeuC58XWwhz1800xjXWTileR7Ylsqdo2SrHcrR-gqOxuROcZr4ivfuH12qrWrr8bWVSGII/s400/IMG_5031.JPG" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785670644818866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRfmagja66aXZECsDzwO1ysM-Rz9lJQ_qTyIqRZDrpNf2_Quxrl5RPBomEPSAfY5txdjaCMA3GqLQNDjTmO-k8OBfMOw0Zyj8F9VidQXsKhz9CzuaQgmdwKimNHZul8K6ANFxeWJMSQw/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" border="0" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was an odd day, light wise, as many have been recently, clouds coming in and draining out all warmth, then parting and leaving a polished gleam, sinking in, clearing. Sometimes I blamed my lack of vision on their presence, or, in their absence, on their absence. Everywhere I could sense the element that this blog attempts to plot, repeatedly, sensing it near, I'd stick out the machine, click, bring up more waste.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782066864300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEyqRqY4H1bueZQK54eoHQwzQjEw1NEdijezZnHsbaj1OO53fB3jZMdfC9GoVdCEphWB_PPQqMgY8zXMnud5buiHi72ultUhW5bRKc7WOHLk3MrBTtBpQff70S2IfXQFmgv3dV30JrTo/s400/IMG_4712.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Only the Tate would bring refuge, I hoped, its disused chimney a distant beacon.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786456521568226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccIo5js4pF20oA5YrsVUr0oMIEstGELdnJzvxMHGsKNjM45LLjHV7OmohCKYN1CMdCSrac_7DIbkxSRWIOEtTdMwuYIXIrtAtBoJ1HRjVDlZgG4HaydNK4ibZUNzT7kcht2FQWzZbKGo/s400/IMG_4864.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411780522489071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTnKRgeqXX_gan-nEikRKEUR1xSeE8FfR6PPrKpVmNJx_fvF4UjpqBcTxuxQ7fNW0vQp6aP4ALxYHU7Vv3V0s1GPje34y3-auc2Vbvn-FNaemCDiMwWtMRFR-O3PPRhGVW6imxhpzrE0/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411781750558474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-Jexn6tsie7Xyql85B7BbbtsvJSvEjAkIbv5fJw5dDHuoA4urlKnOXKCnzvA08jthKCj22VCmOC5AS6x39Q1WXQBtxOIvhvcxLKALzO0mkNtdQ69lEFIluE8EaR9i74OzbGaAda8MJo/s400/IMG_4705.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">On the far side of Blackfriars Bridge there was a sign. The footpath to the gallery was closed, the railway bridge was in need of repair, the station was to be expanded from its present building, among the plainest of all London's termini, to something straddling the river, which seemed a pretty impressive feat of industrialism. Impressive feat of industrialism. I was standing, of course, not only on another, but one which was itself the site of a previous other, the present one, designed by Brunel, whose statue I'd passed with hardly a thought on the way (designer of the first Thames tunnel, of course, a <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/11/roundabout-greenwich-i-thought-id.html">link to that at Greenwich</a>), replacing it. Beneath this, I recalled, was a representation of a representation of it by a man who'd never seen it, but who was sufficiently surprised by what he'd heard about it to have copied up still other representations into an impressive print.</div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411781221757639010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgn9C5WVSzJciUz2GFb31fjogIsgwAkJe3pE6G3AFd4ydPg6FxhTbsuzUzOP-mFxs0AlGGZmPntW9h3InDSfrJs1QJ4MTf_AKjeb7HR0xtYkQIKg0FGkgbqfEpMZV4LdLvTbKyUJqwL8E/s400/IMG_4684.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411780844814233378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJVP4oYzO3sfEjh3g9FTgn3iVewSxMnf9DZ9tIh07lYhna6uHA8zinnSYh4gphO7AVx1VfdMcqrVjnwz5hCus08GL0LMEO-iMKQSDEmBZo5-Vy0rhg6-8FPSpnx0fMnn2Z3oWNfHMJKs/s400/IMG_4680.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413357714111133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvRll4_B8fMW5l1WmhgngNI-sxeuN4HYv8-bhrU1cKDInBKPcgxczonylgE-tcOPqPWqURa8m0o-PEPKM4teY_Ye39r6Ej70wCt6p1pxEjWPDY7yURFomMzCHvlavRFNSaMVFi3M92fI/s400/IMG_5235.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411792574884150514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtJreyoniWT8TeaCr3borpraSiH6JiCljdIPohkDqNHnBLslfRDI_nOUDl3NjtEME4I_HoGtvYxThjpyqFnfy1ysOR3OnECOSfKp0Tr9IH_m0KxkDpojJP5E5TGsvr-qeKUsCMhSy__o/s400/IMG_5081.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In fact, not only had Piranesi never seen Blackfriars Bridge, he'd never been to London. And yet he'd effected - almost indirectly built - the city's architecture more than many who had. The three strands that have fascinated the Brits have been his representations or <i>vedutas</i>, <i>vedute</i> if you prefer, particularly<i> </i>of ruins, where his dramatic sense of contrast and perspective appealed, perhaps via half-sensed ambivalences about imperialism, in the sublime, his imagined documentary realities, enjoyed for their whimsical eccentricity as </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Capricios</span></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, and, most of all, his darkest conceptions, impossible and cavernous penitentiary interiors, the </span></span><i><a href="http://theinteriorprospect.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-08-19T12%3A49%3A00%2B01%3A00&max-results=7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Carceri di Inventione</span></a></i><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411784720719251474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDP_bqsIB46I0G6aa2XzaompQ8GvRW-yYh7HvF1O1Jo0mCfjZwPiUELvZnXXsP_1VDftsoijmD_sS8ZMXRR4LL20dKb1D2BStdGQ2Orb9aTmvWwCZez6vhyphenhypheneo_IcFeBQA5NpwXTH-YJc/s400/IMG_4757.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There's no space here to go into this, but I've decided to give it a <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/Piranesi%20in%20London">label</a>, surely come back to the places he's influenced, not least since one has already featured here</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> - an acquaintance of George Dance, (the erstwhile) Newgate Prison shows his influence sufficiently for it to remain evident in Islington's (ex-)electricity substation based on it. I've recently come upon an <a href="http://traumwerk.stanford.edu:3455/71/45">interesting site</a> for this sort of thing, in fact, that I'll doubtless come back to. But not only Dance did he know, but Chambers, too, of course, his fantasy evident no less in the prison than in the latter's Sommerset House. And not only architects had he influenced, of course, but painters, not least David Hepher, whose </span><a href="http://www.gac.culture.gov.uk/search/Object.asp?object_key=19864"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">visionary series</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> based upon them has proved more than anything else to what extent he's embedded himself in the fabric of the city, in that abstract concrete, imagination. That a great </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if_Fv6_XcwE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">contemporary British composer</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> should have rendered the experience into music is perhaps further testimony. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785312878323042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyj49TOJs4CSug0x7r5xisMiNJEtqQjTE9ZeD4rvDPvLoAiwUUUGYmlNeDfUnCbSpbJg1ieWr3C8pG8ZTUJENBfJ3l_WUiaXUHB_EnyWE561N6MmBmRatM6Ef6jHkzGcyY0xTMM295N7Y/s400/IMG_4825.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411789000505912130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHDI4YycuZtToskpjOukaiyrANJhWwhK2GtSRp9zGeaD6__JHnbY4IqTE-AIFDq7nTK8psKgn6v0c3aQ9YDHlNUSY_LbXUlHx6r8czrwkJgV4_XK_oF3Bu1hZx5EkFKb8WwLmVj-0AeE/s400/IMG_4988.JPG" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411784361153291538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniA3Zhq8vQo2vXt6wvAjqLCipbhcwDDOlr_L-VBOGK7W66K7NNENIRoPs9cQL65XuSX3Ax8AoiAHO4TMp39qsE8jfbD0qOh8qNSaaqo4a9Cqm9nVZhc440cTfLen2xla2mQJGNuquQZY/s400/IMG_4745.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Something certainly was in the making in the way of what I'd set out to look out for. There had been yet another bridge here. Even the relevant Pevsner, a series usually more marked by sober accuracy than intensity of vision, recognises in its remains the piers 'One of the strangest sights in London, marching across the river, carrying nothing nowhere.'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411781473251616914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFt_zIXLyuL1zywgrLGOldIiV2-vqpdpxKeXhrZZOHuuTwIUHN77gB77VUqpyAeOu5YmDL8XAxwPMntSWXF4tb1qqq1fVd-QDLkmwxsZwl3f6dgsNOgh7JoCdwzdYgWh73kIMWU-cwcoo/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411783933394624322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcVbUWsnf6pLuwm1Ia4sc8BisREI0lHgAp0jevUCPjsQdCAiIDdck7FZMW9OAo0kJaenMQDks7jnDqjYCPZg0srSuz6WRkeMsqAGNAiyVj61HQMEXMTTDE8DwKt6dKBvKXIdppPJbHyk/s400/IMG_4727_2.JPG" border="0" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Tate would have to wait, the collection I sought there permanent. Here, the building work on the bridge would in not long be over, whatever it revealed folded back into the fabric of the city and its impenetrable air.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411792847067319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAajTFgOawgl2M0uq7wd7FjOK7-e7QaOPU49xFwSZ1B0s2idDvV-AhKcKgIIDQPnpz9SQe1fk_MGCkEnGhR3tHNBr5FvHZZvak2NHxzeL4MRIy8cgeYkVvTg_tF6W17OTinfT0BuIRYDU/s400/IMG_5109.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782517667634786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTr4sFMnI7RGHBhs1lqTR2ClAn9D8iLt6uHo-UkRvPlvypeXVXkd0QPSY1m08e8wX0gaI86D10ugVl4Bx_KeM52BAz-W1QynWBGR73dlGoeDYf0j8nDhPJiQEbrLQ0MEIPaLR5sUynCH4/s400/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786890514729378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4I8HKkPs0dfppcXsQD5tPKGnqlhmGj2pxJiIPSoQ8QyUaYYi1wtbUkchyphenhyphenFJY35h4kdWR96mUchyphenhyphen98UnMzA5ByFxsmH-swLY3k0cI1_e-d7J3OPTdxDvo0oZQbyyUkxwr2H4GC07AAtVc/s400/IMG_4878_2.JPG" border="0" /></span>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-22444726528636415932009-11-18T13:02:00.000-08:002010-08-29T11:05:41.469-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Roundabout Greenwich </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>by The Windowless Consultant</i></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5s0mrTaHUuJHW4mjaeZYZP_t4cfZpr5Wa8qybHk4Cg2igsfFmzQp9OOZmSrxnxpOonKRSUb8HbZMwt_No9NSzmBHHgeUNbh52JcTLYES9ZW45Qtm8vRSrgPKAzFGAyzdTo5FttCFru4/s400/IMG_4455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923986344777794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZcrvgkgwZZzGU9F2MvbXpY9VExAWBWBHswBJ3X5zjryluaWU9blcGJzgxJ6krnqcvZmddG5TRvWh1aCuMszxMC8jAiynQUTNWJp8acUcnWMg2b5Vfctdi3Jcyysh0gnuZMqG8m0ekuY/s400/IMG_3976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405553412439105634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSD_2iEnUTo5Lh8Pz_EnlVdhFDdUrCsVT8SJg-JX8mw13sJ1Rs1I58fly6qmO_J4BWYuJHtx_0tOiG3P8gJkCbb8Sywfhr8DF4izgwFn7kcxpZzrmDRkUC6uyjURuqgcfOQNH5lshcvQ/s400/IMG_4567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406928575390018866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I thought I'd stopped blogging. Work's been picking up a little recently, and I've had less time or therefore inclination. I'd begun to feel the experiences, a product of indolence alone, would simply prove irrelevant in the new mood, and found myself happy to think I might drop it for the clearer purpose of window design. I don't know if that will ever be possible again.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThrcHYimMtMrwXjIghOf7OQw2ZnYhFcEOehhh6vBlG24E4SOGAdGJ5EHE-ZZNVgsXk-X1J9Z-sTLYOQZ8CUOxBzyCIbXpa7Tko9uEFgpywAmrrUXYWLTjN7MVZ0JHglaGZaNKEQ2RQNI/s400/IMG_4482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406924510382201810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3WGigwIQfaV-OKjsDThFnIqeGZn-VxFLGSryN4TXZRA_Tztn_53MWP3fJW5-5o_hn8zf0TIgclfzpO8jGnaAyniLV86XSrLk0_WWGADAH9b087eg3hqIK42L_Bub6PhRPPpu-TwSISU/s400/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405562362944434242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzhqVxIqWtRV_ssJXxghVJf9Ow7tXaaGdOVfj81SwrocWBnrD2A1EA5nbEVC4R1GZltZLxtH9Y9cdYHGwx7G3cHoGYPyxk5LzWPTWDWWZcY84sBnOgT0b_AQl6OmRx_SXwmpcZ6zmY6o/s400/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556667996246962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My journey to Greenwich was by way of research into a nautical-themed display for the window of an upmarket boutique already planning their Spring campaign. I could have gone to the coast, of course, but the expense seemed unnecessary given the village, so I'd at least do this first. Ocular evidence of one's research is becoming increasingly a pre-requisite for expense claims now, the pinched circumstances, even as we might perhaps be emerging from them, leading to increased caution.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwuSYo-sFaWaLikf0Oma-N8Php-Nj9IpeohIJ47TzAbTVbhWil2Sy0RHiqC6-7wKXMOTWpdJMrmfChCwVCVOf52mt4ZslHQf2IadCe9RzTPB2caq3cnlrQWnE1hjXcMo_Lrx-qRkPkRQ/s400/IMG_4326_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405563960715652818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVk4PMzdhAeJT8sfmdZw_j7guCK1bKEofnSYnRhAhCtVd7cWh4Gu-TiEPwc3yGCXbwLtZ6BO2tX8LkkRhc8K3vXr4urTVZ36pLeGR0sk10vLnOwxeGzA48r0OTAMkVxbFZma5Q9JCeBKE/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431152177070489106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcjzXZVuQxox5SFhwPp7XeQYIClHEiZj8rwc882J4_i-eafNNdVzuiwJ_5H4uKWc1y3u4R20EcX5Ms_bkO6b95yC0L_iiE-s_PpF15yzePWI_rFmm32YKLwGcnw8GOAYefJfuUmXXKYM/s400/IMG_4542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406926541886408274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br />The market has long exercised, of course, a powerful attraction over the amateur photographer, and, naively, I presumed that this would make my attempt to produce my own record of the place go unnoticed, but within seconds of my taking out my pocket camera I'd been approached by a market warden warning me that the stall holders objected to photographs being taken without their permission. I thanked her for the information and considered what to do. For proof that I had been there a generic shot of people and stalls was what I'd intended. However, given the number of stallholders I'd have to ask, the difficulty of deciding what really was in the photograph, this would clearly be impractical. Furthermore, if I asked stallholders, I should by rights ask customers too, but since they were so numerous and, given their constant motion, this would be impossible. Instead, then, I approached a single individual trader with the intention of photographing her stall alone.<br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhMsSt-VuDZ7EDJsRlw9LtxbEEcH2f_mrk7a230PM2-a8iCv4F1_3UESn_6bbTbp5cvdaksVGZdTqcZY_QK2H2aZZktJeaTqwF21GOZv5_Hncc4wHKpuNWEhgVHba7iE7LAx85a6nk2U/s400/IMG_4026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405557603273306834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LjkxJ7ZNwRQT0Jomxk1P3FeUStMIrIQ386HNC63z_PLqqD2AY57Bf5SaZgyeEnYbqbYxpkVarkSIps_Or-vUJv1wXDeKSrtcMGrIPGSmk3UeDCJZFDtfZa8Q_56P3sZAED053Kfp7MQ/s400/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405556953629064594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLvuFJrXVYn3GseesfZ4vrYw6GDpV42UxaLzrVnrkRDBvJXmiNmwgPzYaM9hMgoJFA82lJZWWbwy00k2WSS079lB4cO0cQYgVo0_NOi3-a5CaepIjHZHBk04xXyZY3pgqO19_6YgX6-aI/s400/IMG_4262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405558969333634786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Where was I from? she wanted to know first. As a question, this was more difficult than she appeared to realise. It would surely be clear from my accent I was from England, and then, how this should be relevant to permission to photograph was unclear. Perhaps she meant which newspaper, permission being dependent on her liking it, but as I was unconnected to a newspaper, this was harder still to answer, the grammar making no room for a negative reply. What's it for? She prompted. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqqqabxhHsl4NjwaNSw2VQHwKHRYZM64mVMc0feHEcKKyk2d1BytdW1lRiqyIJcje5WB4htegm6cCoF7FDe6xJ77WhwtTZSdTTY-GpdHCzZkOcAHz3pE3WtZT3tfUfXLK87WQMLH2TOU/s400/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561848549153698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdBGXCz4o_LLDl5znMbvQPD684M994AAH1WU55NFmIETWghPZoXvOi1ObfJCMdInpzmfGO5nLGBuDGFViZNB4WdYMAQVX0VosfC-sbyx9ANC3m5j4lu0JygDYPRUx8ZP8PTR2KKzmoPI/s1600/IMG_2928.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdBGXCz4o_LLDl5znMbvQPD684M994AAH1WU55NFmIETWghPZoXvOi1ObfJCMdInpzmfGO5nLGBuDGFViZNB4WdYMAQVX0VosfC-sbyx9ANC3m5j4lu0JygDYPRUx8ZP8PTR2KKzmoPI/s400/IMG_2928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405552612607695346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2mFvKa_qx-dQquXe-x3p2N8kSa35I2CjXF-K5Fn0FvI0jT9sovwGwNoQPn5AzPX3EVEvqFX3r6x-7tEYHJCRlvwf7ENeNgQwUSGVlt83WocsrfGajnUtu0q1gL3mTB-3aIa__PdFDTY/s400/IMG_4067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405555209612623394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What worried me was that, if I were to suggest that I sought proof that I'd been there looking for ideas, this person would be disposed to hear only 'looking for ideas' and send me packing as some sort of spy, perhaps for the Chinese. Maybe that's what the place question was about after all.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVr9a2A7M9Jgkbk40g1Yb3bXuX_NomVzZKeEvhJGHfMzJZklYTORkIfBPtJHamA9dBZgPyiowUKBzw03tTbmKnBtGc_DWshyphenhyphenhNnI1JD7qlrnWePtsYlpPP-1T6TN-4cLq6oDsy9bYQRQ/s400/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561400841119122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGaSQPUtU1_ThL905Gad8ED4HcwhZEFJYfcT2lCp7AMdXnEvCqz1-4w8Zj2fIazn31s8j8vZVsLQWG74Dn7edUE4kGjGSj5AsBk7ahun68e8m0w4bR5ZVC4QDJ1DPpjwdFwp8_NEB9fE/s400/IMG_4381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405562969055349938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUf0MlA5AfRQSpvEo1XXFNzr9-_Zk5zwMhrMX2OV2Ap4ppbOJwbJJgXFaBpTvqUYGw7QAP_tE3blhvQ2ZfwUZQgBLAWHFctX37lfxb6XVDBYYIAkSq6NpIU7ZeDfhG9C5t_W4hb0Z3mw/s400/IMG_4271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405559470581982482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Fearing, then, that if I gave the truth I'd be forbidden to do my work, I tried what I considered a lie: it was, I said, not without trepidation, for a blog. I waited for her to</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ask me what kind of a blog that was, to be obliged to say that I wasn't sure, that its purpose, for me, was in large part to try to ascertain that; that I, along with some old acquaintances recently re-met, as though by coincidence, but we suspected it was more than that, felt that there were these things happening which, although we couldn't quite say yet what they were, we all felt were of extreme importance if she wouldn't mind just bearing with us. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Blog, came the stallholder's reply, clearly confirming already her suspicion. That's like Facebook, a blog, she didn't approve of Facebook, couldn't see any purpose in that, if she could, she'd do it herself, wouldn’t need me doing it for her, no, sorry, didn't want me taking photographs for a blog.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I could, I suppose, have gone around asking the other traders one by one who would let me include their stall to prove I was there, but I was too confused to want to try. Had I told the truth, that I wanted it as proof in my work as window display consultant, perhaps the woman's suspicions would have been justified, but that it was this lie, its content so innocent, that should have elicited the objection, flummoxed me. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECuP86WqCXVtj_vtr76IqwBsenxInAuQZPKG7KEfHvqzOjcUBU1gqIHeYSFE8zq37VBuhEeMtvmRcrwm36YUlM_nT8d08PhYMJ2zrA7H6h7QvCmzq1pnSBPdAswdNbTSnxcASV_aQb-0/s400/IMG_4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405561103697818146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutcyTe2FwfkG89XfvECV_-O6G4iKnThiaBJqDfmUCjs1w7GlUh4pRKAr6YDsqQdH6b4C59a6mUIXhiTS1HBHcK9sBl7BtEs2qIAI0zS32ECcb3aOdU7b8nZ1wBa_i7HNGTXo6wPKIm2o/s400/IMG_4373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405562690767338690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiB1pasExHFzBf4H3D6tJB7BoPszAwhr_WVO9UkqTLCTQpnVnKsUKniQypAN8enTZT3g1u_LWQ2r5P56di1ohbLmnWZykIoyVUuMm_vbNM2F1NzAEUUjLXQiKch35YmmcqO1_FAoYbbc/s400/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405554903983951730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What are they guarding here, I wondered, what are they trying to conceal? Anyone can look at these goods, handle them, even, buy, take them home. What would the camera be able to see, hold, record, that actual physical presence could not, to be allowed to stand, touch, buy, but not to photograph? </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg965z8Z3sSHo2TBOJnoX2RRLWFC8Vw8RgKFqqFlOsfg9tfk9XHV8qpJWKLVoYoKRN2FQGd0oVq2Tvao5PCzuCoqiiKCdpicLrEDycg_b2i-KpZ2ppxl_Mksao-VaiWDrOiKUrWisWPZvw/s400/IMG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405559263362558418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSk2oe4LAqP2o1ujxNWiDgWiOd5RHjyLALop4Gwv3DLU1dgXBxYCo3UOoYwuaRMkEIolJp26VizKNqZoTPXD1rDvay4HPEK6tDxKjTUSnVnpExTbsFp26_SUiLRg56ww1SIQt0-Iitbw/s400/IMG_4244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405558624864836642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I looked around the market, then, again, a place where I would be unable to work, and sought for explanations in line with the blog they perhaps genuinely feared. I recalled, for instance, reading of the Archaeologist's experience on the roundabout at </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">St Agnes' Well</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, my suspicions at the time that there may be connections between the experience and the form itself. It's true that on my approach, already, in the tunnel, connections to that post could be suspected, but I'd never have thought that Greenwich should harbour a key discovery concerning them. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">One hardly thinks of the heart of Greenwich as a roundabout. And yet, of course that's exactly what the market is, when you think about it, albeit one defined, for the most part, by lusciously stuccoed Victoriana, and with the road encircling it ennobled by no less than four independent names: College Approach, Greenwich Church Street, King William Walk, Nelson Road. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivvYilTGg2j-CdGFeNKcnggOFFwvIyn3sHRox1SDX9_CeN8pk89bLKZWtR-uTk0GXA7ZnOyAw4knj5lZoXZoY3KmdOyi1n7_U0vRg_1L1YatHvp476Gc2FOV46PUL0UDyv_SCQdySJ6fM/s400/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405558272224332114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlh9vrxfKA1_M42PvS-dBmv72RWYumouRDzaEx9RvNSqPf0N0MWTZD66aCBfuUWtsDwC8PoMIZVrm19XjpzeiKovJCdp9mLOtXo4S3GiNLPBRECXb8HvT2s281Gch6At83iwXb7L6aoM/s400/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427785441741047922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I can't be the only person to have realised that the simple need of getting around's insufficient to explain the place of the road in our lives, the almost total control it has over the urban environment, for instance, transforming it into a permanent state of conflict between the foot- and the wheel-bound. The eccentricity of this form of social organisation's nowhere so manifest as on the gyratory, where the apparently innocent path, which the car would share with even the most elementary forms of organisation even down to that of ants in their neat little lines, not only veers brazenly from the logical, but then goes on deviating until it doubles all the way back on itself in a form surely unique. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHPBM5fE9vbrkU_nFdgg3Fh4T5puj3ULnnrizu29BRs6zEOrTk0pfhIvsTOqodZ4dG8WRzxw3vT8m8mo0Ol7elE-HQzoljcDuNbkLUVgyLt9J-Q69oCMv3W0obhHOqOhaeD0Au1t1gzM/s400/IMG_4295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405559902593898770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogTm1HRy3gjECarn0m8M9H0nHZleduRp60wa9BqMfXF-h-M2KAi1tz2czJoPBdLekYUQV3qsO5VcS_TSpPX22k7Dsk9f1jdMpPMG4F4xDVCXShyphenhyphend3Usj1mfCLqxSwAR6oldmqXAiNcjw/s400/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405554556933158066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At St Agnes' Well, I believe, the Archaeologist, perhaps without realising it, began to find an explanation for the eccentricity of the roundabout as social form. At Greenwich, I was beginning to suspect, I might be able to take the explanation a step further.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTVpfgiZxhA20hCOq9YNP3yNeLMw_ZQULAHlEMU9Y2EUFPaP-6O9gOosdF4cHYyL8rd2XjvrV8FRBog9eLzzY1ZweMWQjKlZTUHlOV6kdDPX6pYDjExFytRbKzk5MCo3WtzmvBzXeRfg/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405553069322980818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYbefPzIy_tsuBWLhVSPzxtNsvwrRUudpSAXpDzgGRqtqmPhiuU6Vs1w2P1z_s9THhZGttoLDy3VyM0oaziJx7vFQKVodZ01HpJ01rE6jwJ9MTA-pjywYBn2KMaUUQQACuP770XfjzRLE/s400/IMG_3999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405554312875973362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Greenwich has always appeared something of an eccentric in the London context - if London really is its context, and it seems to do everything it can to suggest that it's not. If, though, that's why I'd repaired there in the first place, little had I considered just how true it was. Mostly, the sense is overdetermined by its position on the river, firstly since the course of the water itself veers so suddenly off the straight to lap the tongue of the Isle of Dogs it leaves the village reeling and lost - on the spine the waterway forms, and yet so far South it might not be the city at all. And then there's the way the water's always steeped the area so deep in naval history no true inland urbanite can possibly feel entirely at home there. But on top of this comes the weirdest thing of all - the Meridian, not only arbitrary in itself as the one zero point that, setting out East or West, the traveller's position grows further away from, until you go far enough and it starts getting nearer again, but which, as a precondition, required an international race to produce the </span><a href="http://www.nmm.ac.uk/harrison"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">clock</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> that would inscribe it. Here in Greenwich, it appears, no means is permitted to be direct. If it's predetermined, though, that Greenwich should refuse to remain London, the one thing that makes the refusal possible in the present is not this illustrious past, but that road which, veering from the straight, continues to veer further and further off it until it comes back round to itself as the market, the roundabout, which, simply to cross over to its centre, exacts the price from the pedestrian that they must risk their life to gain the heart of the village.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGxnsQI6JxmPfONbGmfkHf8ut14ElDuz7aOtOIGvjBgujqFtQuDJH2LEKW8qHeItxhmoc-ykpD5KQF-li7dyNa7YqJFDYx_sOW94nVVVXGz7arzKRbxW48sW6A1pDpz2fbICf8mlhEyg/s400/IMG_4317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405560421942614674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This, then, explained the fierce independence of the locals, their determination to be - that I be - from somewhere else. They needn't be afraid, then. Blog, we know, comes from the marine log, recording a journey in an act of plotting. Its very nature would preserve the village's independence, recording it as the journey that it was.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ubIEj4Cep-_lnfYfYYtuOdzr4EVYU1M4B9uayyzaTYEN-jj8fXtC6A0BvAI2E1alidSIYHK1KrMqE6CqwehRWqkb9IMs69wgQP7EEEDuEdYYGzLYzS7ordHWrK3V-mD4X4IHOKSM-rE/s400/IMG_3991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405553673108152546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNykf4ohyphenhyphenENqYCtrSJcvIyzpZTM8NWwoPV1CfONoYrPsG4-uWBd9Vl1LKMEZYIWn_xdl3mQOEL6makKzxdgrlEy2tglS_0EzXbOSv6RJDZxJDo2VYBuF0Il5SMulltEnamFUHHqEePdC8/s400/IMG_4540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406926254925584114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-70075256635613103822009-11-03T08:04:00.000-08:002010-03-10T12:34:37.559-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdbbX0ZFJm_hF2TKIq2eiuj1gQCUj41dMZTXJB0RGo3mnBMKpqBc0XqiotI_mwomINXCANZOE9dzrSwzgKR9qUN6Rlq1FOQGvaeThtVZ5bUl5EaxhjM5NVm0zSWY9i8qO6JxzSQmuNA/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Trail to Get Lost: Between Old Street and Barbican </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size:medium;">by The London Archaeologist</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWdiOKyyU0ucMV-nTGmkyiaBd472doe4bgmuBJ9LfOU89jRJD92QjjVm4uUN4jlxK1BGDObVr2v7VsRH6AkZiURpyTKBE3dhM5g3wOD5GBxKzPKwyxk8a4Pl5gTBzUPpe3-enzthWD6w/s400/IMG_3577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934960971505186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI20BCPxc2f65zZL9bH9Q0SuJC9kgHkt1JhNVbKTPhid4X4uTPzuA3dhzFL5d2PVxhTqITR0SCmy_XHHlfPGru-_W3plypsIJ1pX1OxabSADYTm8KC7bKnri_Oq9TiY5P4GCmaE2aXXj0/s400/IMG_3805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399912346886185330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohtP91CRqiGYCSvt7U2xKRhru8yRK5itb620NwX4jTutcKvjg-h70cOTGlmvhLom9cUlkEpmcu5_M6JJQDHwnG7HOkuuOVXOf9Pdt8esatAxzfy6MHgsBLx0v7KPBpLY9bxzhp-5GhEk/s400/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399913760553875042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs1RBZdh0INeKcXoEru7XSgFbOfzxY7AaMKLOw8TEVUMUC8qFZh7qMvHuRksQtAytbmF5SNmPM-Vcj-IlcX4MuSlvRZNptxOXTR5QV9ktHNAYx75gjBMH341xZdJHS2g3pjC1rL0WD2I/s400/IMG_3590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399912939436002482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><!--StartFragment--></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Been doing consultancy work on a recent find in the West City area. Fascinating work, it would have seemed to me when work was something I could count on. Since it ceased being regular, though, I've found myself disengaging, staring out of the window during meetings, or wistfully up at the palisade from digs, thinking only of getting back to the street.</span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's not that I know what to do once there, how to approach it, what I'll find. There are none of the protocols as there are on the site, which, for all the mud, ruin and mess, maintain at their best a rigour and purity aligning them with the lab, the operating theatre, the crime scene. The greatest enjoyment of the inner-city dig for me had been, I suspect now, less the research than this ritual, entering a space through a gate shearing it of connections with everyday life, which you might imagine has ceased going on around it. My outing this time was up Old Street. It was the way I'd been going to work every day, and I knew it well, but something drew me back, the suspicion that there were finds of some sort that way even if I couldn't yet know what. I'd made discoveries there before, what's was more - the </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-of-etymology-life-in-st-agnes.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, the nearby </span><a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-passed-eye-hospital-its-green-line-on.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Eye hospital</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> -, should be able to do so again.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VRbUNebOToAOBOeot_pfQg3ttgtY-k4Vkipz1lJm5y3SL2Jf8GVOSdO9AdbDJtbhFj5M74oaFK-10__3tQ98ZS2GwqNQST3YPsnjmA-XQmOp-gEEhYHtTNilmLOxoR0lqBPa1IjoTF4/s400/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399909837395420482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At the outset as I went, the journey was hobbled, though, with doubt. All the time I'd been working, to have been waiting only for this: to set out as though to work but with neither hope of remuneration nor aim. Around me the street was as busy as it always had been, as purposeful, but with a purpose which appeared to have no place for me. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwd5EZgSNaWjFBDuduhMKMFXsR1nk_RYLwC1lWIuig-1-TmWfnvhXOO-BaKaZSZDyqE-K3sVbFuSOUa77HpQ5LFk72i6JZwtLZDJqQ-v28SjbrvdsPGeMV-pTYUep7ECEyYNuSPFagbQg/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399911905598868450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I looked into the faces of passers by. They appeared at their most normal, but this their most monstrous. A <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/10/seen-outside-public-house-asked-to.html">recent post of the Landless Landlord</a> focused my mind a little, reminded me of my own, what I'd been after, if these could all, perhaps, be the angels, if I could find them that way, or what for want of other words I've elsewhere dubbed gods.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMhgInMUBhliGnDyUBYF9N51fJUSdYHx8A0h7XddxvUyiEqV28MjZc7Ap5_gV6KI4CaWeVtWK71FWps0yruWUYiXWsd6SBz7kZEiJvZD1b4wme31Nu40asqAC2PvZUc7D7-AmxHs9jCM/s400/IMG_3345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399915637421991842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But for that, I'd have to see each one not as a person on the way to work, which was what I was doing, still, automatically: making my way to a job that wasn't there for me. Somehow I was going to have to lose not only this, but my sense of the way. Arrive at a dig, but one without recognisable difference from its surroundings, no protocol, no palisade, seamlessly, leave the city without a gate, only ceasing to recognise what I knew.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3LIg0q7d1Lbd9811Yy-RN0L8ZXv0gq3o0png0KzwtI23Mu9ZxebHNu4G3Nj7rHMy2EDiShBljJZotIZPRrzdf3hmq5-GsHIUPCLI2o4G9G_9d9OH2QQV18VrNJAZmuc5pU2RLTGcO2I4/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399928318882773330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGPQTEopY1qwanfmlmgznGXzGCTG5WWhU2r4l7KBC9lSvYLkM5D3Ghxn5u8yHo2nhiSc58psosMR7vOr8uoV85Ux5UDOA0hsaTzNdxUfmCkfUWzKoOeZflgfOL9FYB04gjpxqR2Nda98/s400/IMG_3307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399914932364266322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px; " /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hxroKpMNCzypgbX8VL1j85BTgAt5ifikS_w3MPCxq3D-sImX6hM2o2U_A9B27OTn06vtUvyuQo3m0T2bNqeE_pnAT7dkxSGZqXbTTbHfB4Yp8c1B7iJqX6s-kOkhC6TBG22nhz6nSog/s400/IMG_3881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399928627365579858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A major artery, Old Street nevertheless manages to keep a certain hectic intimacy of scale, and its role of drawing a definitive line between the City atmosphere of offices to the South from the northerly residential zones gives itself a mixed feel all its own. It was in <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/2009/05/soho-society-almost-every-time-i-come.html">Soho</a> I'd realised the place in the window of the glass itself, the worlds in the images it brings. Here would surely be others.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOp9VmRNh_gQvmQLIk46Yg8Mt-9R9yo77nBufbMW2gQ0ABI-7VwUoVJ3HulqjHjQfqrT0pwHKrmjSSHjAm-koWdbrgv6BJVhE0Ir3-rUQUsQxTKTftMOS1l2HDleO6gLjFdBrjyCPp0c/s400/IMG_3521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399917204385490802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGppuEmhZPyd0ExWbkMRbA5Yi3HvwHT4CQEwOpPFm06Gx_rZ3DKvRVeUMv1h7pzEdG4zAWdyHJgKrAlYNyQre8U_asSgqfXbSuCUEEFlq3_oC4WkFGpTANOnd5VGjCL3Rhs3pWOxjR0P4/s400/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399916848533768178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My first recourse was to lose myself among the <a href="http://londonarchaeologist.blogspot.com/search/label/Reflections">reflections</a> of the design showrooms - office and residential, furniture, furnishings, paints -, computer shops, cafes, hairdressers, watch repairers, clubs, bookbinders and printers. The sort of place to place the Barbican towers by Parliament, this, in a poster shop, or in a bar draw a plastic monster through a shop front opposite. Propose designs for a plane tree, colour chart a brick wall, screen save a street. A low cloud hung over the morning, refusing to lift in line with the breakfast forecast. There appear to be types of lost, and even with the seemingly propitious combination of windows from which might be hoped to appear the other space, I sensed that something withheld itself.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7YhIaHSduRI0xwu5vE-Ecb7TihyimrEGfInwNF8PYe_XIOyHK0ZYSdicnbsO5ctorfrEN1yBCLqyDNufx5t4O_6n6glqJI8SSa1Sbn37bKGdBXT5B7_i3NAaUh5Ejd8FjshgHZoz5Sc/s400/IMG_3899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399928891020478242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONuKGAV0mgyTKr883sA0hWvsQRR1rq31799AxGL2ivsRpsuPUIL-53A0RrlwYKBVEWPIlCAnQt8DFEovG-QTsbNrfSFrjjl1V5Re7G2WspAEWY_PaZrE99WEj3GvgnbFlvd8e_lznUrk/s400/IMG_3436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399916108873284130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The cloud was already beginning to clear as I glimpsed what I felt would be my final opportunity. I'd crossed the Fleet valley of Farringdon Road, where Old Street, already having changed nominally to Clerkenwell Road, becomes Theobold's Road, though retaining its atmosphere briefly until Gray's Inn, beyond which the story would have to change. The final shop, on the north corner of the street, would have to turn things around. I knew what was there from having passed before, tagged it for a resort. If the reflection in the window of a magic shop didn't work, nothing would.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRSThIzXwar_P8_Ek8YHyUnI7YndrehU-zySiHKfk5uIKwqm2bbB7uupj_0S9qAnLDT2lxjZc4xRuuJsGumgC8wUThy7P-WFGtXL8XQQrdFoKA2RnkJOKIEBZxzDIjBT8Nw0oMQn4UMk/s400/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399913320828670994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpTZSzyE2EhP4HBGypQ4AmWALCRNqNGKUj-BBNaY_SwUyXkmb8r-ZfpfcPk7GM4OSgGmg19vlbs7cKbh-YeaSyLZx5ID5mGbuE3lJBAzLSujIfUfj47vyQaJOqYtEU6_D86wFcY8uQF0/s400/IMG_3362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399914600665645746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0d-smoCY_cSySEU9Tu7f6936yNpXLS0TJFS2wqoD4-J4NNaLohPiDj8s90F6cHmvONJ2FQtpXktI32VZN6FqIywfQX55JhxuJRVqnIzI1LqR_DbRqHhNdcJkRgBED7XKdU_42_sFEvA/s400/IMG_3490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399916392971499442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">With these in the memory as stimulus, I returned back down Old Street, something achieved, perhaps, more sensitive now, clearer about what I was looking for, and with the sun, at last breaking definitively through the cloud, on my side, lifting images from one side of the street to the other, suppressing one detail and replacing it with another, less congruous.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7M3U2WA2h5oGAlF2mg9ZlEflhV87m0ILXW3MmdAmLpNrAN19GLtuSXn3vOoPLnaj-A7W1QRGx0O5vpr29AXRGP4VEysWrZGht2r6VgtkIY6o-xs8FVGeVb7OnoML4wYO6tvxHIQGSG1M/s400/IMG_3531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399917896097660034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-bPAOQk-Wi-ndBHmnxIJuvdZ-wjDqrUcfkg3bQKpa8m8Cyfn52Pw4tOn_Y2tm57j-rmcuTkK46evxzEWfhxZYhSBAnW0WcIsa6CIgGvP0TwjbhC3p5bkQsOfl3LfQcQsduCzitpKdgs/s400/IMG_3551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919023238475250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I was surprised to see lunch rush in the cafés. This was a good sign, as it confirmed that at some point I'd lost touch with the time around me, and I joined a queue for service with the reassuring sense of involving myself in a ritual not my own. Indeed, I had to join twice, not having understood the local technique: order first, collect a ticket, and only then queue to pay. That I might have been at the airport, the cinema, the doctor's or a fairground boded well.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA04BnduL1o7F1prbSpOE7g0BWyxiXEIHgjfTn-EScoaxFRyj0xZUz0hRq297TF5Zj_H151sXfdTOUkx3A0mb8ZZSZKVnjxG9zT5iwbvMHAcGUtZQOpBdYBpfMfRKjV55_CrY9h181FGk/s400/IMG_3474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399932073118884962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDnd7s9JdYIt9w5QS4RbAbsXSOUINiHaNkk5XWMqzHLCECltWINLFCdzlw_3z0FI6h_h0kkp9uyFKGp6jaK_GgiS3sD2SdBuDVQZUDokqOnArhyphenhyphenhsG0MFLbWKmnPCNIo2w1HzJ84G3sc/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919429948303730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Getting up from the terrace table, I abandoned the Old Street plan. Whatever I meant by being lost, I wouldn't achieve - or indeed, if I now was, maintain that state by remaining in a bounded space. I needed to leave the windows. Besides, the light on Goswell Street, north/south, was by now so sharp in contrasts they weren't needed.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnhPhW1URfwtm9E7UmLu4LFPC-R7-PsXoD6oYp8QBSUxMe8ce6jcvQC9hkYHBkn3Q2Dr0epY3GjRufbal-A8hAn4w4wREWuyyNYkJoALzijCXoWEBtz5AD_tZAUaWjy6pbmTnd6OYKrs/s400/IMG_3603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399920068400602146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WQVzJVGoQJaxo4AFnZY9DWzkZiABqJaPYxC3ffNb4dOEb_Z4sbDAtS8yQxTfE9vGlDTCHpBjYnN35YmsSVCOCj7sJL_AuwnGE0mTEWYEjazhamI9A0PWg1h1o0Tbv3hG_aevg2ekwgw/s400/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399920328253671762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSfKQFhiT6y2taRrLfO6WEUG5aswZK_fTzXICpWXMxp7Jjsny7XnPc18FlGogoM7hmKyKDpar0wlmTanIoc9z-fBF2DfP_sIsgTN74ABnDN6M1XsS5bEp_X_ZckoTRGN-WAKalR4OT1A/s400/IMG_3652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399921503612464034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy01HTPhYnJNqD6CAR8ggHT8pbtEHo-NKJqbf5J4GnCmsQodtaujboAOVLTWpUHgoaCaQRu36QjgmjU2wv_1lPmwDXU5NGKUrw_yaOEUW-h_NcmMW1qziRJtZJxlmZwNc1u_xatQqOHPI/s400/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399921148617346674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIe1vINRUEXXzzm3gig6UN08fhUuKeKHyeR4s25RMVGBsG8rCl5Dy_TfmU7nsNxUrXd9mU9xdN8fMHscG4B-uK35OhM-1nvi6x9WSmTq_a32LcSMQwI3WoNtEdQOgFgakOBen9proLQM/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399922036220493938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Passers were by now behaving strangely, flitting out of the corners of buildings, lost too, in the sense, I wasn't sure that there was a difference, that they can't find their own way or that I couldn't find them in some other way.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKRbozBe5-j8O35Lo-Lc819R9WStknmnmTRd8BykQW7mLd2QV-SY5so11RnvmNUk1MPQ3lIdMoEuj89cG2HgBOGmDgCIgjqO5uY685zm_HQCRbZHTy-6K9bUKl4BGv73D_2Bj2bNTXJo/s400/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399922745174293538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsEq9acKGQ1fNjytOZwCxFAwegBTK65SJRotas5pSDFNiYk2xrjcHr88EEwnket0Ja85qqjl8oMWms7CErFw-tTR6JJZsT2VzKtrryneZmGpHbLfloB-MxE_DgD4pr71O-DIlM2kn6yg/s400/IMG_3684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399923433791528322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAup06ZpKp4ZkxvlSovlM6iiYUuPKSkGZAGPZQAjMRSE2B_NN6djHn3YGkoEet6WvEFnIJ9fy_s8ZLWmmFRJD_sBQdf6VcmaQvKBnBISUwHNEEGwRSwZqSiVh6a_fbMzr6rdcWeLKbSY/s400/IMG_3693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924166385567426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SdbbX0ZFJm_hF2TKIq2eiuj1gQCUj41dMZTXJB0RGo3mnBMKpqBc0XqiotI_mwomINXCANZOE9dzrSwzgKR9qUN6Rlq1FOQGvaeThtVZ5bUl5EaxhjM5NVm0zSWY9i8qO6JxzSQmuNA/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399936183458150002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyqlIifwDsSZBocEksRoGo5dBT_tJXIodmFjkOT3l1g4PvzQ_ckkn7I8hlSLstSjGeFCpGGXMto6mioFkGJhwfuh-UfeDISUXTl4ASix8uLvTEgNEhmv56aTJ_q2WGNhVnfWzsPxB8ng/s400/IMG_3741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399926384762072738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Finally, a fence, a trail of tape leading to it and, through it, a sculpture I vaguely recalled from my days at the Museum of London, surely what I'd been looking for but could only now that it confirmed that I and those I'd been tracking had been lost know it.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigU_-Z48rbaFfN_jkNQE7W1KJHY4glvoCiOGspz2PPK-PNttAvmiTe9E39NUMzRQMQ_FEs_S6sKwOZB1zipt2Hkx6QBfV-vbyExE9yZO5sJ2d7gJ45LE4Tu9KqR7gMENqE78pa_9qu3RA/s400/IMG_3799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927200633288370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0tXzBI-SsNueMRGdVRxoUtnemMWB8RuyxTxvTSqazMnH0tRndtopCt7x_aVdZtWAT8rXSRZwCafIvnygN7_SIvoGR07jnr4tuHby4vPrJya1Rx4IMyAZwZBCqPFI-lu8h-Zi6Kl3v8M/s400/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399926642408467810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMslAfaIBFKsqQuS5rjIu17e_TZLODk00S_1zq6EVFvwBLZVJYMEBeJzJlNvmoHfu-tpfcPMNJ_Bp_SKBtVSBcxcRI8PSthVr8Ou9-Nu3nzaSsYXqERrxQ1FAl9EKmGy0aCvrbSFMa_jw/s400/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927961469727634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div></div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848016475728378875.post-699149539242878402009-10-26T05:02:00.001-07:002009-11-03T08:03:06.118-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6exAFw-pak10Dq6avwnhjf5ijYaQLavq_f1-L0wtFPGoaRt_qMqSyo8NhoffMDO34U4KZTI3Cs1tVcT55dLUJYw8SnHlnP6DIusiwqW6Whk_YFwIhj_oZ9j4O5xSyL1hTditlWkcPtQ/s1600-h/IMG_5033_2.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The Barred</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by The Landless Landlord</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xqtwJLYXD6YpQjmT_I0-OZvj4sAHrDDOLO7i3maDrnooP8jmd2VLtCV4nS-s9z7_swle3M0bhX8gMZEwZC2i4HPw_0yPkv7ZdxRL-zAix8o79WjmWMUmM_2l44NADxZW1jnqtSRLhBE/s400/IMG_3647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398732442763178514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNSuZN0HvOngA8sBLS54YXinWQcPITRXshg2ABLZK900qgf2NB0RSQQ8jfvEgaZQYuwGsG5qYjjq_m9_PSzeF3UowfvTbq-pvt96tdUZjQ90KQ3ZrGzwZ6EGD7PC9vhjzkcEwJ8w_E9w/s400/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398735734850954498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN09cPdcY97TZOmapeKof8tohG87ElAMP-duRIB42DGqIAn6gwBNMSg5d9gZeHi4DJuk6TiyGx__sZcVO81-4vLmeeQYmrUTMp_ROJPl1zIeHZWzMVFhHPBLdiNRTCKNOMlI9ndGBtelo/s400/IMG_3013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397027899028864898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSxFXWRYeQeRhra3z9k4hATQCamU065LT78VyfywMrUc0-UpE91qG4ROFipxvOAIw_oz6tk3bG35kh0c_mKgsZbRSsuwobk4YYYctUFehZzPAknsclxPzvxNfNQi4BjvXN_jTZRL7qnU/s400/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026094415756770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A newspaper's a thing to open with trepidation. If it's not blaming landlords for binge drinkers it's hysteria about the effects we have on the nation's livers, and if we escape these intimations we should all be closed down, it's only to make way for despairing reports about how many of us already are.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8J61RP-IXbofdpm24V9UALPH5f9irEYj-UIyi9rJmfpQB-CBhwW55PvisTz3oUJWNe-PbfxE3aq54w9H32VVyfrIcmu9xp3TFtF27jSiP74JyVtQ6Y8MjIKtDNZ_CvfBIVQ4lQe2Nsvk/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030022162419842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUqtFMmeKmD80oLiu2u9DqeyIn0Z-TM484pPn2rvJlqmXoftbsd35ijqNsO9XxPN7MQAnwi9f_Dv46K3Nl7yh_sCmwKSZI_SEp3GgS1TRDZXWpfQ6PcH6cmGmPcML1AU-N_vE_zodiE8/s400/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026382299807154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But </span><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/charlottehigginsblog/2009/mar/10/art-classics"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">one story</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> rumbling away over the last couple of years seems to have gone unnoticed, articles which, collectively, undermine a vast swathe of the country's signs. Since there's no portrait of Shakespeare, the experts tell us, that can be said to have been a painting of the man himself, there is, of course, no substance in a sign of the Shakespeare pub using his representation in illustration. The name itself 'the Shakespeare' is in doubt.<br /></span></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWQ0x0ljKwOZlX-QVh_rdvFCGacz3EpY-rkoDAaAWfKv4V5KRctZKg54Yi9_zWjmU21meU6_YV3KJCHMJvyWkpp2FQEKOv2j_0ADFXfMC59niHspDPUK39H5VZXSQ3zzLEUX5ZP9RFnY/s400/IMG_3257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878392279237106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK4TI9Z9IYjSAmCIGFbbCX-7f_ARWOxWRjs0fOlZ6p_VSsQVOUtgc_Jwx84YpFUXdV96qPJcvrja2izuR-qc3VUETuQcBYQ4EX_iRjAbGQS3d7vIWTXi0yVVn_civrc1WHcY1FC-Jyjc/s400/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036795883060354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The pub opposite me, for instance, based upon one of the greatest frauds in the history of art - the '</span><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/gallery/2009/mar/11/portraits-shakespeare-theatre?picture=344449203"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Flower Portrait</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">' artist unknown, product of some nineteenth century joker. In fact, looking closely at the Flower Portrait, a sly smile reveals a secret awareness of the fraud. Perhaps the portrait represents, then, not the appearance drawn from the life, but the spirit of the man - actor, that is, and fictionmonger. Although on the pub sign the smile has been expunged, it's only to displace the acknowledgement to the masks at his shoulders: don't trust the sign, there's no such thing as this Shakespeare.<br /></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT4mxBBvFm53AE_Zz2XoNiucj9BHpaRewCfwedTeos10EnRhUmrEWl3rqT1bQAleyaOAJQcRRrxIYsJ3DNF2jYvz9b20oA4wmfcaaCnwGXRYcVFzlDiCOyZKkqWIYIXvFPkXn-QvDijA/s400/IMG_3907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398731108646840642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2NBbPt7Y86EY3H_8bG_hwjUdImA7C91VRwGEMvKYByUT-5ibesP-1slakKn28u66l9y_Q-AEh-VXTx0DGHYTD22DoTq2Ao2bIvVnWWDa95z84hAYkoBMVwOmYMOorqop8me3Ql_n59Q/s400/IMG_3231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040554078019186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6OizlD0QzZWwxt3eN_FLT62lN6xzxNFHF3ypxB3lQnGLu9K7dmu-ejPskWDdO9iLx94ND1OsFgIarCS89zL9YXbMVKUFIx53WqirSENXEPfkR6RUva932AbitIkfPpJCXYaFnhrHdP4/s400/IMG_3100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031620348581506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Of course along with the image, sufficiently little is known about the life to give credence to the deniers. Since one thing we do know of is his links to Edward Alleyn and his company, anyone seeking to get behind the smile to the flesh would, like me, jump at the rare showing of the Dulwich Picture Gallery's original Alleyn bequest. Here at least we find paintings of people who had looked at him and worked with him, and could tell us, yes that smile is genuinely his - the knowing eyes and improbable forehead - or no, not even the spirit of the man is recognisable there, close the pubs, proven beyond foundation.<br /></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAE54TRJ_xTb5PczqXsbw2G4ksYxtgj_oYYUXIZV8AKjzuy9yK4pLab9ka6N9rsaHnXW7Mq1Tp6oGAPemLSbi_o-GWY1gh_Dlia4nhfPN2-zuMcxU9S2jvJ5_V1GV_u1CZv_vKQJxHj4/s400/IMG_5000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026484571134978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6exAFw-pak10Dq6avwnhjf5ijYaQLavq_f1-L0wtFPGoaRt_qMqSyo8NhoffMDO34U4KZTI3Cs1tVcT55dLUJYw8SnHlnP6DIusiwqW6Whk_YFwIhj_oZ9j4O5xSyL1hTditlWkcPtQ/s400/IMG_5033_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908304607114642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Perhaps the portrait of Alleyn could make a sturdier sign.<br /></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijej7kuOnt7YM2B4SmujbolN8WYoggug7EIry4Q19KG2_CHvVS3TPJprP9BaAjUxh6gqwynkvD7TXb1oLjptRX7ByJa8QzfKeWEzCNmR9ZLlIoeOIoxzxwK_yVoyzdn6tj8N00RbpSmg8/s400/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397025257075097874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWz1OvuF2zQpG5fi0n-xgssEaY2QHr_jBpWQjUBarYDFQWOXnewkhGnHnwM0WYerc-e6uWzy4o242sbZ3aAlwPkQuaipZFMcjQGX58mYetUtXbeqJG2C2Xa6LHRz3172h5cJigBqmmY3o/s400/IMG_3195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037130577085890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This drift from the original was chastening, and it was with a tinge of melancholy that I made my way back down the drive of the gallery and away towards the city, a mood only deepened by the discovery of the Beer and Wine Houses, not one room, you can be sure, kept aside for an industry worker on hard times.</span></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhhQxpShOn-MDZvttnwdX7dSM_uO6192Qyd5Gn6ea9OdAVYD1Xh6txz8CrxfTGQooFrDFzzUJPPxkCxIAeCCgRYBCC1VePteB5ZGP19Kjm44P1K0RtpTVx9M-KLnVN2DxCl3gC23kIKA/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhhQxpShOn-MDZvttnwdX7dSM_uO6192Qyd5Gn6ea9OdAVYD1Xh6txz8CrxfTGQooFrDFzzUJPPxkCxIAeCCgRYBCC1VePteB5ZGP19Kjm44P1K0RtpTVx9M-KLnVN2DxCl3gC23kIKA/s400/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397027336426052402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbqwET0FLyh9csukfo98VDZQnXJcavIytWTZNBc-6nUTwqzdA08xGj8yqUmLW6qz48mP-Rm6mbCbihRCQ0QwCx69srIs4ywFdC-iZXHWL9Fu8905k0TzLwc_nBUGiRzpyGyPSljQaPYA/s400/IMG_3210_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397039383691954818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSu5_GXFZbHNh_LwuOw8t8rhr4y8xzsllvfBPNAuHGU8xHxQBkmPpKRR6KNm8vJOjT7yflf28SdYLlOX5197_tBFwnvRJfiuXluWTrJHJ7yq6qBuXB4sdFp0Qgu7Nizr3mEQALusLLDg/s400/IMG_5023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788762246565122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was then I recalled one of the most enchanting encounters I think I've ever had nearby in Nunhead. It was only last March, shortly after one of the more recent Shakespeare portrait debates broke. I'd recently closed the pub, hadn't long been single, had been happy to find myself invited to a party. There'd been a woman I'd never met before, intelligent, oval face slightly tilted forward as though in world-weary thought, smiling, but melancholy, the dress in flowing white folds, leaning her body onto a full hip, her skin so pale it had, as well as an ethereal and perhaps goth quality, gothic, a gentle sensuousness I found it hard to keep from looking at, but also, throughout the evening, impossible to address, as though a product of my own imagination. I'd stayed the night, and, the next day, not a little hung over, still, after a late breakfast, had headed for the station, diverting the route through the cemetery on the host's suggestion: follow the paths, see the headstones, charming lodges, at the centre the ruined chapel. There I'd met the woman from the night before, wandered around with her on the way.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6V2OrDJ0LNyfy4zzqDPGo0msjM3uJfdSUHmH0r_JEHU1XZGjU5-hSLfEagVo2fZJe9YdZiamCi2z7ACCrRvhMGThY1HS24SnSJZn1Li7QQgcmxCy8OgVZo3Tavbj06DbvJ_dSFE8Syzg/s400/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031230316784642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1njEpW104QepssI06cHEwhyCTGW-Jurmds8ttwNwOVlOI1COQeUtbLqBDPyJkW7PtaE0B5Tt2hEtwV8emJl9cq3f9PYB71ncAu4NOCppJIMT4_81La-MmIK_Pud0zX05-fhzWH70apNM/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033736179846690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At the time, depressed as I was about having lost the job, I was also excited to be discovering the city again. I had a new camera, too, bought to photograph the signs for the new blog. As we talked I'd train it on details around us, not for the blog, but just happy to be discovering them, wanting to confirm the happiness.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bvqissoQZ-hrWzE_M1CPQE67TymKcPQ0x1yHm4BoxhcNwB30PU4DJbu5xnBsJfgwyKhMeV3oahknr9Itt0U39C_WeXxyO_y4EUIQlDHGwgZ-w9IL3us2gVnQTLdoHQ1ha1H8qe5SN1U/s400/IMG_3048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397029516220700866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I sensed that something slightly irritated her about this. We were sitting on a bench. We'd done the circuit of every path there was in the cemetery, but I, and retrospectively I realise obviously she too, hadn't wanted to part company, happy to drift from subject to subject sharing our thoughts, finding out about each other, joking, silent. I'd been wanting a shot of her, hadn't known how to do that naturally, decided that doing it unnaturally, asking her to pose for me, would be exciting in itself and perhaps bring us together, but she'd refused.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_-8uop80UGT-2gQB63Zq-w0fvKgr610DjxaqVeFk5hDr_40z2kWSy34AGXm5fUdQ-xvwwtHsVOgp9xsH7p1C3Xt2gm9hjrQ17pKI88MBy1VoszCy3IHaU4xDAQsbSyLy_zgAUIClZUs/s400/IMG_3217_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397038863805269122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">She'd been reading this book. The world's always had ways of representing, the camera just another. The first means of photographic representation was the pyramid.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_9UczdyeENquQvDEk11-dtCqZFRqoeD7pKuC3PNRn-hU1pL4b7DaTi-c24YOLkeDBWVgy6A3K_834-W1UaDIaaZs1Ey8DKFntfVjtYJ9WHCMcwwf5B3N8CR_RZ4yt1pk5z2iNviTmUE/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032062570495778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBgpz1_4Tcn7MqEavxgirikK3j91Oo7AL5BMDH4J1RQWmCpyrzIF402OXFIpu9nleZYp5WyfGbB2Xsqfl9Q0i0uUWQg56dptXgmqVO9__lDtcAnNudoexYnFAik29asS9cydrYOgPDGg/s400/IMG_5052_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026895903447762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Time, she said, holding up a flat hand, the fingers together, parting one by one as she spoke, is a process of splitting, the present a permanent branching off into the past. The pyramid's a representation of that, the top in the present, the base the memories. That's not symbolism, it's how it works as a mechanism, what it is. The camera's always at the top, as you press, the present divides, splits with the click into itself an image of itself that slowly descends the pyramid, towards the past. An early photographic approach, now sadly forgotten, was lithographic, </span><a href="http://ajourneyroundmyskull.blogspot.com/2009/04/photochromosomes.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">photocromosomes</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, light engraving stone. These stones around us here now, too, are film like a camera's or sensors, now, in your digital, taking the light, the elements, the lichen on them, moss, photosynthesing images, too. And not only the stones, the leaves, traces of light as they grow, the cells splitting, the veins, or as they shake, of the wind. Even my hand, my face is a photograph. Places themselves and the things in them. There was a spring wind, she looked to the left as I sat on the right, some of the words were taken away, I was tired, but I felt I grasped the sense, the shot there already, in the stones, her, the place.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtIR6L9jYWV9vnAEeVJL6U04xKMqiYKcQlqi1J28jXjL-ozt3NalPiUM0Q8GJqiWiObRqq5eEXB_Mx65bvSOk5BYYUfkDtYlIOArWiY4mOhLJO2DtbhAnIjsi4y_gxzRp_gKxcIkb5eM/s400/IMG_3153_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034913652768242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The pyramid, she said, became fashionable for headstones in the 18</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> century, as a result of Newton's investigations into light, the cone, the relationship to perception, the camera.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nd7EUWrngh8LaX9RbCivr9KLEmxtaE9Kgt706BeYMpmq8A9EVE7GnplJqztrx2YolKFt92NybQugiG_kKlSB2hHNeafbwo6EQM8uccXIaJv23966mtrAK0DqeOKELXkA1akkmg7SduI/s400/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030333862323986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">She seemed to know a lot, hard to follow. I'd been too busy to read much in a long time, found her intimidating. My thoughts of getting close to her receded. Instead, I asked for one last photograph: that of the cover of the book, with the aim, since dropped, since I've been unable to track down a copy of the thing, untraceable, of bettering myself that way.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1l-hw3GR4ZkQOdM3onZ6MDtECeQ5inf_4PhxrZ2YFXrPykHngmSPx7vuAnSQ6rW9bq-T71ercHehK61ulX_Hg75ic6VYIL0GqVG9EclO3-swuGgwzHVcBQPxCuHwAcQMLCSF3CDjSMc/s400/IMG_9358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040730173594738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'd largely forgotten that morning until then, coming out of the Dulwich gallery, it came back, with the idea of returning. </span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Everywhere, all there was seemed to be photographs producing themselves at various speeds without camera, the present splitting, forking, dividing and dividing, piling into images.</span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOJnhJForS2tkIvtS9gRz3IF4Eb3mSsFnma4x7ch3GYbju21v7ygHhGtgYjSpjjQXQYKrm3OSu4dyihoKrJKxupuO0tyJXb9rH805DKEJgYZWvisxNlKFRIJpzcpPimK0CdRJZMORgKw/s400/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397028740306061746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I let out a chuckle to be taken off by the wind, again pronounced, this time autumn's: to have gone for a likeness for Shakespeares after even the woman in the cemetery felt unreal.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbjesSEKVbUCbCMk95jBtwGZ-7B1K9qPjwx4ZO593T1VItyhO5Wc7ipUfK5Vd-8Sdv_jxuMHS8wJ95EtByvU1gz_x8Ygf_T0axT3ZKP4s7PMl54AIkB-s9JejN-vxuTNtd3-o_IhsdZY/s400/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397028330332400178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXf0yFtEk-gduvJjNI2-v-hcCI04Y0DNpqj-6IiwlD0XVTTie4eZfkCBBSrrjGMQJHXsujru-jWCKLRpAT5hTdsIv_bPrru0gicD3CRBcaxbGFPeAJdNWWE-PrS4bLoWmuPnu7XdXzVw/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030785510144386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>London Archaeologist and the Windowless Consultanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028165094787754674noreply@blogger.com0