At a loose end in the city centre yesterday evening, I decided to start photographing stickers I found on lamp posts and elsewhere. Sticker bombing street furniture feels like a relatively new development to me, but I’m probably wrong, and have only just noticed it.
I’ve added some older sticker pictures to the album, and there’s one legitimate, screwed down, sign that’s made its way into the collection as well.
There are a bunch of graffiti artists in Manchester this week, creating murals on the side of buildings in Ancoats and the Northern Quarter. I went for a wander and found as many as I could (and some other wall art).
I took a lot of photos of the parade yesterday. I’ve tried to narrow the selection in the gallery down to just a few.
After the parade, I headed up to the Northern Quarter again, did some writing and found yet more graffiti.
Then I went to see Jeremy Corbyn give a speech. I hid my Green Party badge, of course.
I ended up wandering around for a while, before the yobs finally came out of the pub. I saw a, completely unrelated, gathering of- I think- Palestinians; a wedding party on a vintage bus; some graffiti; and (though I didn’t get any pictures) a junior athletics event.
Finally, the knuckle draggers made their way toward Piccadilly. Here, they met a much, much larger group of anti-fascists, and had their speeches drowned out by a sound system. After an hour or so of posturing, they were ushered onto a double decker (they didn’t fill it) and taken away.
These ‘White Pride’ marches seem to be happening more often, but the turnout is dropping incredibly each time. Those of us who go along to take photos or chant are really giving them more attention than they deserve. But, hey, I had an interesting afternoon out around town.
Thorn court, which is on my walk to work, is getting a major refurbishment. The hoardings have gone up and the scaffolding is rising. To make it a bit less imposing, there’s some decoration been added to the hoardings, in the shape of faux posters for the theatre that used to stand on the spot, stencil cut graffiti of famous Salfordians (I can only recognise three of them, any hints who they all are) and some wonderfully silly warning signs. I’m not sure about the signs, but the posters and mug shots look like they were commissioned by the developers. Better than the sexist billboard outside the Malmaison, for certain. The full gallery is below.
Don’t know who Snake Society is, but this is the second of these tags I’ve
spotted on my walk to work.
At least, I think it looks like him. And it is on one of the doors to what
used to be the Paradise Factory.
Just had a quick ride to get the blood pumping after a day sat at the
computer. Found this on my travels.
Somebody gave them pavement chalk. I’m trying to make sure they only draw in front of our house, don’t want to upset the neighbours.
Who are the Risky Heroes? King Street, Manchester.
Under the railway near UMIST (aka North Campus).
Which got me thinking and, by a roundabout route, coming up with the mythically tinged "Sirens Lure!"
Nexus café. You don’t need to know which bit.
