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Wallis Road
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the perou factory (2000 AD)
compulsory purchased then demolished by the LDA in a dodgy property grab: cheeeers
this STILL smarts
subsequently, i've only been down this road a few times since we left in 2006
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there is ABSOLUTELY no sign of our existence there: we have been completely oibliterated
hackney wick is unrecognisable to me
and i am a stranger amongst the millennial hipsters living in condos
arriving on my loud, brutalist Harley today, for a lunch meeting with simon, made we feel even more out of place and time...
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i was not here
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Wallis Road triangle 2005
from the footbridge to Victoria park
i didn't shoot a NOW version today (it was very hot and I was in motorbike jeans)
but to anyone who's walked over this footbridge recently, you'll recognise how unrecognisable it is: there's a few HUGE condo blocks missing
on a cooler day, i'll return and reshoot this
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inside upstairs
at the factory.
we lived above the studio
wooden floors, fireplaces, 100ft garden and off street parking for 6 cars, studio, colour darkroom
the summer we'd finished renovating this derelict victorian factory, and replaced the whole roof, i was sitting in the garden saying 'we'll never leave here'
went on holiday and came back to a hand-written note on the gate, going 'you will be compulsAry purchased' spelled wrong, and a phone number
i thought it was a joke
turned out to not be funny
took me a full year after it was over to stop dreaming about being there
since the Iraq war, the government in the uk has had the right to rezone and acquire ANYONE's house by compulsory purchase
an English man's home is not his castle
even if it is a castle
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for a few months, the LDA generously let us rent back our house for £1 a month
and i used it as a studio for a while
until squatters (from the lord Napier who had watched us move out) moved in
before we had to aggressively move them out again, with the help of some fairly tough police who didnt like squatters
frances turned up to work there one day and someone else answered the door.
'who are you?' they asked her as she was opening the door
'i work here', said frances
'no. we live here now' they told her
when they left, they left with everything they could carry discreetly
i was most upset, they decapitated the rubber chicken i left hanging
here's the factory mid demolition in 2007