Not a goldmine for everybody I suspect.
If you half close your eyes and imagine the block of flats is the letter ‘I’ it spells ‘DIE’.
Urban code-breakers R us… How freaky is that?
Just by the bridge on Creek Road to the left (facing towards Deptford) is derelict land that is usually secured and hard to access legally (we’ve been there before about three years ago to take photos). Once through the fence though it becomes really interesting.
RIP continues the theme
These ‘gravestones’ are enormous and I can’t for the life of me work out what they are there for. Possibly to stop something driving into Deptford Creek. This time they had been sprayed pink and looked pretty cool.
Some caution is needed. The whole area is littered with dirty syringes and needles so it is very important not to get spiked accidentally. Likewise, there are plenty of lonely hidden spaces with no prying eyes overlooking them so it is best to keep alert. I didn’t want to meet the local users, though I probably know some of them. Having a pit-bull with you is an advantage hehe.
The walls are covered with outstanding grafitti that for once black and white film can’t do justice to. So I haven’t tried.
Roller
This one looks OK though:
Aroesolic Assasiin (sic)
Yet more crappy rabbit-hutch flats going up behind. These ones are ‘Inspired by Dance’ according to the developer’s boards surrounding the site. Yeah, right. It happens to being built next to Laban. Clutching at straws methinks. But it sounds better than ‘I’m a greedy rapacious land developer inspired by making as much money as possible for as little outlay as I can get away with in a recession and will dress it up anyway I can to make it sound good’.
Enuf already… back to reality.
Best of all are the broken chairs!
Elegant!
A bit closer
Legless
Stuffed
Extraordinary! The quest continues apace…
It was late(ish) afternoon and hot hot hot like an August day should be. The overhead sun really complemented this landscape, making it even more stark and clear. England were on their way to winning the Ashes, joy! And it was my birthday, which for once wasn’t spent wasted in Barney (our late relatively unlamented VW bus, RIP) in a remote £5.00 a night campsite <irony>all mod cons</irony> in the rain… Things are looking up!
by skinnyvoice
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