Tuesday, 14 January 2014

rust 348 - not a condom shop

 



Willi Donnell Smith (February 29, 1948 – April 17, 1987) was an American fashion designer, regarded at the time of his death as one of the most successful young African-American designers in the industry - his company Williwear sold $25 million worth of clothing a year
Willi died unexpectedly at the relatively young age of 39 after contracting shigella and pneumonia while on a trip to India, apparently as a result of AIDS, it is suspected that Smith himself didn't know he had the disease, although those around him knew he was fragile in his last days, most thought it was just that Smith had pushed himself so hard, being such a perfectionist with his work

Monday, 13 January 2014

rust 347 - it was the dawning of the age of aquarius


like yesterday’s photograph, part of the garden equipment series that never was - today a galvanised kitchen-garden water carrier at Myddelton House gardens, Enfield 
 

Sunday, 12 January 2014

rust 346 - roll me over in the clover


part one of the garden equipment series that never was – a lawn-roller in the gardens of the Henry Moore foundation, Perry Green, Hertfordshire

“roll me over in the clover" was a randy little number that was hugely popular in England in 1944, although its history can be traced back to the royal navy in Victorian times. the lyrics, for the time, were extremely racy (sex wasn't mentioned much then)



elsewhere in the gardens...


Saturday, 11 January 2014

rust 345 - railing against the dying of the light


as well as being part of the burial ground series that never was, yesterday’s photograph could also have been part of the rusty railings series that never was, today’s rusty railings are outside the British Museum, London

Friday, 10 January 2014

rust 344 - a breeches maker of Moorfields

like yesterday, part of the burial ground series that never was

this photograph was taken in Bunhill fields burial ground, an old burial ground in the London Borough of Islington, north of the City of London, and managed by the City of London
it was used as a burial site for nonconformists from the late 17th century until the middle of the 19th century and contains the graves of many notable people including William Blake (another one of my ‘heroes’), John Bunyan, Daniel Defoe, George Fox and Isaac Watts
the gravestone behind the rusty railings is that of one Richard Coleman, born 1712, buried 1761, died aged 49 years 6 months, a breeches maker of Moorefields  
 

Thursday, 9 January 2014

rust 343 - a poignant memorial to Nasra Ismail at the "Cross Bones" burial ground, Soutwark, London


Nasra Ismail, who was murdered in March 2004, was unrecognisable from the loving mother and wife mourned by her family. the 27-year-old, a refugee from war-torn Somalia, was lost to them after she got sucked into a squalid life of prostitution to fund her addiction to crack cocaine
it was a sad, pathetic and horrific case which illustrated the depths to which both the killer and his victim sank while in the grip of crack addiction
a 55-year-old man, Daniel Archer, was jailed for life for the murder of Nasra whose body he cut up and left in his brother's flat before taking it on a bus and dumping it in a canal
Detective Superintendent Maureen Boyle, who led the police inquiry, praised several women who gave evidence against him and said: "Archer has shown himself to be a violent and manipulative sexual predator who deliberately targeted vulnerable women; he targeted women who he believed would be unable to speak out against him."
 
 
Cross Bones is a post-medieval disused burial ground in The Borough, Southwark, south London, in what is now known as Redcross Way.
 
it is believed to have been established originally as an unconsecrated graveyard for "single women," a euphemism for prostitutes, known locally as "Winchester Geese," because they were licensed by the Bishop of Winchester to work within the Liberty of the Clink. the Liberty lay outside the jurisdiction of the City of London, and as a consequence it became known for its brothels and theatres, as well as bull and bear baiting, activities not permitted within the City itself.
the age of the graveyard is unknown - John Stow (1525–1605) wrote of it in A Survey of London in 1598 calling it the "single Woman's churchyard." by 1769, it had become a pauper's cemetery servicing the poor of St. Saviour's parish; up to 15,000 people are believed to have been buried there.
the historian and antiquarian John Stow wrote: I have heard of ancient men, of good credit, report that these single women were forbidden the rites of the church, so long as they continued that sinful life, and were excluded from Christian burial, if they were not reconciled before their death. And therefore there was a plot of ground called the Single Woman's churchyard, appointed for them far from the parish church.”
it was closed in 1853 because it was "completely overcharged with dead," and further burials were deemed "inconsistent with a due regard for the public health and public decency."  Southwark poet and playwright John Constable writes that, in 1883, the land was sold as a building site, prompting an objection from Lord Brabazon in a letter to The Times, asking that the land be saved from "such desecration." Constable writes that the sale was declared null and void the following year under the Disused Burial Grounds Act 1884, and that subsequent attempts to develop the site were opposed by local people, as was its brief use as a fairground

excavations were conducted on the land by the Museum of London Archaeology Service between 1991 and 1998 in connection with the construction of London Underground's Jubilee Line. Southwark Council reports that the archaeologists found a highly overcrowded graveyard with bodies piled on top of one another. tests showed those buried had suffered from smallpox, tuberculosis, Paget's disease, osteoarthritis, and vitamin D deficiency. a dig in 1992 uncovered 148 graves, dating from between 1800 and 1853. over one third of the bodies were perinatal (between 22 weeks gestation and seven days after birth). a further 11 percent were under one year old. the adults were mostly women aged 36 years and older.
beginning in 1996, local writer John Constable revived the story of Cross Bones as part of the Southwark Mysteries which is a cycle of poems and mystery plays inspired, he writes, by the spirit of a "Winchester Goose" and "the outcast dead". the work has been performed in Shakespeare's Globe and in Southwark Cathedral. interest generated by The Southwark Mysteries inspired the Cross Bones Halloween festival, celebrated every year since 1998 with a procession, candles and songs
the burial ground is now established as a site of local importance: Southwark Council nominated it for a blue plaque in 2005. an informal local group, Friends of Cross Bones, is campaigning for a permanent memorial garden, and is instrumental in the halloween events. the gates in Redcross Way are permanently decorated by a changing array of messages, ribbons, flowers and other tokens, like that for Nasra Ismail
 
 

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

rust 341 - back on the chain gang


perhaps a bit like blog photo for 18 February 2013 but i think this one has a better quality of light and, like many of my favourites, i took the photograph in Vernice


Monday, 6 January 2014

rust 340 - not quite in the pink

like yesterday part of “the wall” series or, unlike yesterday part of the “abstract” series, either way it’s another one of my personal favourites and like many of them another minimalist picture



Saturday, 4 January 2014

rust 338 - going against the grain


today’s picture is from the “rusty parts of a door” series but is also, like yesterday,  one of my special photographs – i really like the way the grain and the knots weave their way along the door


Friday, 3 January 2014

rust 337 - still waiting...


this is the last month of the rust never sleeps project  – i’m sure i shall be inundated with requests to continue and to quote Samuel  Beckett ( a hero of mine) “you must go on, I can’t go on, so I’ll go on”
yurs, anyway – the last month and i have decided to blog pictures that were meant to be part of one series or another but I never got enough to finish the series and have seven loosely connected photographs or, and this may sound odd, the photographs were in some way so different that i wanted to keep them for a special occasion – and what can be more special than the road at evening, a tree and Estragon, sitting on a low mound, trying to take off his boot? his boot mark can be seen in today's photograph
i kick off with one from either the "footplate" series or perhaps the "abstract" series


Wednesday, 1 January 2014

prosaic 6 - old enamel advertising sign, St Ives, Cornwall





as i mentioned yesterday i don't just do rust, for a while i had a series of photographs of the cringingly awful 'wayside pulpits' that are outside some churches and chapels - you know the sort of thing: "the only thing missing from chrch is you"

anyway yesterday i came across one i'd not seen before and it seemed to fit in well with today's dog theme so - get ready to cringe here it is:


wishing you all a happy 2014 - woof!