Today I visited my first love, the old Central Library and took a few photos.
My view of this place may be rose-tinted, but I love it. Saying this, I love the interior even more than the Brutalist exterior. There were orange carpets, exceedingly well laid out books and great desks. The place is currently closed and soon to be demolished so the interior shots below are old.
I took these a couple of years ago in my favourite corner: the intersection between Foreign Literature, Architecture and Art History on the second floor.
I would come to this spot to grab books on Dostoyevsky, Haiku and Calligraphy. They were all located in conveniently close proximity. But a clever Greek once said: ‘without change, there would be no World’.
This post is about a trip to London on the day of rest, Sunday.
Love & Cacti
A hot tip from a savvy source led me to Columbia Road Flower Market and Shops. Despite getting there relatively early in the morning, the place was heaving with families, joggers, hipsters and floral entrepreneurs. “This is London” I was told, “there’s no such thing as a secret here, not even on a Sunday”.
It took me two circuits, but on the second I pulled out my camera and started snapping. I hope you get a hint of how lovely it is to be on Columbia Road.
I eventually decided to follow what looked like a vague procession and found myself on Brick Lane where there was even more colour and even more life.
Including watchful dolls…
all the shoes you could want,
and a whole lot more.
In one corner I found a stall where the owner had created a mixed-media mosaic from plastic toys, crockery and decorations. His partner told me that she had no clue what it all meant. The artist/owner is a quiet man who kindly agreed to these photographs.
Conclusion: People Make Places
I hope you enjoyed this post. My smile was as big as the cat below (minus any hint of his grimace) thanks to my savvy guide, one DW.
Fading signs in Stirchley. The woman in the poster looks too pensive to be in leisure advertising, unlike the bowlers below. They look like a potentially rowdy bunch.
Today I am grateful to all of the people who let me take photographs of them and their stalls. Especially the nice lady smiling amidst the hardware and the pretty haberdasher who shares my obsession with feathers.
It’s a patriotic place.
This is a video I made from random scenes filmed during a bus journey. The bus route is the forty five, the music is by Elliott Smith. It’s my homage to the original song and video for Angeles, which I was listening to whilst filming.
I hope this had a happy ending.
No self-respecting post-post-modern consumer destination can be without a big wheel. I was surprised to find that 17th-century Bulgaria may have set the original trend for these. There’s a link to the relevant Wikipedia page behind the wheel.
This is an action shot of what scaffolding does. Don’t worry, I learned this a very long time ago, and I realise that it is a bland fact. However, as I walked to the shop that I did not buy my new camera from, I was drawn to the billowing fabric covering a large corporate building. Eventually I realised that it was the exact spot where I had photographed the faded turquoise scaffolding months ago. It had fulfilled its destiny, also known as its function.
With frozen fingers I clicked attempting to capture the movement, the colour and the things evoked in my mind. I saw fake oceans, of the kind you see in school plays, and a building hiding til it was ready to be seen. I also tried hard to ignore the heat of the stares piercing through my peripheral vision.
This is what I got today, I enjoyed looking at it. If you click on the image you see what holds it together.
Happy New Year.