I found these all walking home one night. Got a bit carried away so I'll just bangem all up at once.
Friday 30 March 2012
Tuesday 6 March 2012
ten things to do when you're dead in Nunhead
euuuuuuurgh, I'm glad to bin this one.
Whilst traipsing about the vacous gohst town that is Nunhead SE15, my companion and I happened upon a thoroughly disgusting bungalow, just beside a church, with its pre-fab walls kicked out allowing a view inside onto untold horrors..well, I'm about to tell you actualy, and ruin your buzz as much as it did mine.
Protected but by an easy navigated non-palisade fence this horrendous shack with charcole devils on walls, various religious items and painstakingly inked and blue tacked poor quality illustrations of crucified schoolgirls lies ripe for investigation, boasting a crunchy floor of needles, some used, others still useful. I'd tell the cat we saw poking about in there to watch it's step, only Il ne comprehende pas. You can stand in there and watch the biddies and kiddies pass you by, but the wierdest thing about the place is despite the awful denigration and sheer filth of it, it all seems fresh. The milk bottle in the kitchen isn't too rotted, and there was a half eating sandwich on a plate. A coat sat on one of the chairs. It felt awfully like someone was going to come back home. Another creeping fact is that there's loads of these weird, boarded up prefab bungalows squeezed in alongside the terraces around there. This one has simply been made transparent.
The grotesqueness of the chosen aesthetic on the walls - juxtaposed with the Hed Kandi multidisc CD's lying about- is that familiar, weird morbid terror that so often surrounds born junkies- and executed with varying degrees of coarseness, usually dependant on class and artistic education.
PUKE . Here's a sample, followed by a few stills..
Whilst traipsing about the vacous gohst town that is Nunhead SE15, my companion and I happened upon a thoroughly disgusting bungalow, just beside a church, with its pre-fab walls kicked out allowing a view inside onto untold horrors..well, I'm about to tell you actualy, and ruin your buzz as much as it did mine.
Protected but by an easy navigated non-palisade fence this horrendous shack with charcole devils on walls, various religious items and painstakingly inked and blue tacked poor quality illustrations of crucified schoolgirls lies ripe for investigation, boasting a crunchy floor of needles, some used, others still useful. I'd tell the cat we saw poking about in there to watch it's step, only Il ne comprehende pas. You can stand in there and watch the biddies and kiddies pass you by, but the wierdest thing about the place is despite the awful denigration and sheer filth of it, it all seems fresh. The milk bottle in the kitchen isn't too rotted, and there was a half eating sandwich on a plate. A coat sat on one of the chairs. It felt awfully like someone was going to come back home. Another creeping fact is that there's loads of these weird, boarded up prefab bungalows squeezed in alongside the terraces around there. This one has simply been made transparent.
The grotesqueness of the chosen aesthetic on the walls - juxtaposed with the Hed Kandi multidisc CD's lying about- is that familiar, weird morbid terror that so often surrounds born junkies- and executed with varying degrees of coarseness, usually dependant on class and artistic education.
PUKE . Here's a sample, followed by a few stills..
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