The Unknown City: Contesting Architecture and Social Space
The Unknown City: Contesting Architecture and Social Space The Unknown City: Contesting Architecture and Social Space
Part IV: Tactical Filters 496 30 497 Patrick Wright culture. Anthropologists will soon be coming here to study the vanishing culture and society of the cigarette. It’s not just that people still smoke on Dalston Lane. They stand around in huddles and offer each other cigarettes with a reckless generosity that is no longer to be found in more stable society. Some of this behaviour comes to Dalston Lane direct from the West Indies or the hills of Kurdistan, but there are more indigenous people round here who still find the health warning provided by HM Government less convincing than the caution that emerged from the trenches of the Great War, and stressed the dangers of the third light. A broad-minded art historian could wander down this street and find residual traces of the “unsophisticated arts” that Barbara Jones cherished against the industrial and technocratic bias of the Festival of Britain in 1951. 5 As she wrote, “popular arts have certain constant characteristics. They are complex, unsubtle, often impermanent; they lean to disquiet, the baroque and sometimes terror.” Dalston Lane has its unnecessary and slightly excessive touches of ornamentation—exemplified, perhaps, by the fake and, like everything else round here, unexpectedly permanent ornamental urns that stand over some of the shop fronts on the south side of Lebon’s Corner; most of them are full of weeds, but their teasing tribute to the superior versions that embellish grand Georgian buildings elsewhere is unmistakable. The best example, however, is provided by the undertaking firm of E. M. Kendall (“We are renowned throughout London for our complete inexpensive funeral service . . .”) that, despite half-hearted attempts at modernization, fits Jones’s description perfectly. The ancient glass sign over the door still promises “Funeral Feathermen and Carriage Masters,” and the ornate promise of “Courtesy” and “Reverence” creeps round the side in gilded copperplate letters. At night, the two main windows are deep-black squares with the words “Funerals” and “Cremations” lit up in dull purple and suspended, like souls in the void, at the centre of each. The pall-bearers may look like ghoulish extras left over from the comparatively recent days of Hammer horror films, but they too are the unrefurbished inheritors of the Victorian tradition that Jones celebrated as “a nice rich debased baroque.” Dalston Lane still bears out Barbara Jones’s assertion that “the colours of death” in England are “black and grey and purple.” The whole area is alive with commercial and industrial activity. Just north of Dalston Lane there are Victorian factories, which resound with the hissing, snipping, and clacking of the textile trade, and the small workshops, some of them in a converted mews, of antique restorers, violin makers, and furniture makers. Dalston Lane itself has its shops and small businesses as well as its boarded-up voids: indigenous north-east London enterprise mixed up with a whole array of brave multicultural endeavour. Most
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Part IV: Tactical Filters<br />
496<br />
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497<br />
Patrick Wright<br />
culture. Anthropologists will soon be coming here to study the vanishing<br />
culture <strong>and</strong> society of the cigarette. It’s not just that people still smoke on<br />
Dalston Lane. <strong>The</strong>y st<strong>and</strong> around in huddles <strong>and</strong> offer each other cigarettes<br />
with a reckless generosity that is no longer to be found in more stable society.<br />
Some of this behaviour comes to Dalston Lane direct from the West Indies<br />
or the hills of Kurdistan, but there are more indigenous people round<br />
here who still find the health warning provided by HM Government less<br />
convincing than the caution that emerged from the trenches of the Great<br />
War, <strong>and</strong> stressed the dangers of the third light.<br />
A broad-minded art historian could w<strong>and</strong>er down this street <strong>and</strong><br />
find residual traces of the “unsophisticated arts” that Barbara Jones cherished<br />
against the industrial <strong>and</strong> technocratic bias of the Festival of Britain<br />
in 1951. 5 As she wrote, “popular arts have certain constant characteristics.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are complex, unsubtle, often impermanent; they lean to disquiet, the<br />
baroque <strong>and</strong> sometimes terror.” Dalston Lane has its unnecessary <strong>and</strong><br />
slightly excessive touches of ornamentation—exemplified, perhaps, by the<br />
fake <strong>and</strong>, like everything else round here, unexpectedly permanent ornamental<br />
urns that st<strong>and</strong> over some of the shop fronts on the south side of<br />
Lebon’s Corner; most of them are full of weeds, but their teasing tribute to<br />
the superior versions that embellish gr<strong>and</strong> Georgian buildings elsewhere is<br />
unmistakable. <strong>The</strong> best example, however, is provided by the undertaking<br />
firm of E. M. Kendall (“We are renowned throughout London for our complete<br />
inexpensive funeral service . . .”) that, despite half-hearted attempts at<br />
modernization, fits Jones’s description perfectly. <strong>The</strong> ancient glass sign over<br />
the door still promises “Funeral Feathermen <strong>and</strong> Carriage Masters,” <strong>and</strong> the<br />
ornate promise of “Courtesy” <strong>and</strong> “Reverence” creeps round the side in<br />
gilded copperplate letters. At night, the two main windows are deep-black<br />
squares with the words “Funerals” <strong>and</strong> “Cremations” lit up in dull purple<br />
<strong>and</strong> suspended, like souls in the void, at the centre of each. <strong>The</strong> pall-bearers<br />
may look like ghoulish extras left over from the comparatively recent days<br />
of Hammer horror films, but they too are the unrefurbished inheritors of the<br />
Victorian tradition that Jones celebrated as “a nice rich debased baroque.”<br />
Dalston Lane still bears out Barbara Jones’s assertion that “the colours of<br />
death” in Engl<strong>and</strong> are “black <strong>and</strong> grey <strong>and</strong> purple.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> whole area is alive with commercial <strong>and</strong> industrial activity.<br />
Just north of Dalston Lane there are Victorian factories, which resound with<br />
the hissing, snipping, <strong>and</strong> clacking of the textile trade, <strong>and</strong> the small workshops,<br />
some of them in a converted mews, of antique restorers, violin makers,<br />
<strong>and</strong> furniture makers. Dalston Lane itself has its shops <strong>and</strong> small<br />
businesses as well as its boarded-up voids: indigenous north-east London enterprise<br />
mixed up with a whole array of brave multicultural endeavour. Most