I’ve said before how much I love Julia Shiels’ images on her blog, City Traces. But this one, as a perfectly whimsical epitaph to Howard’s primeministership, is more brilliant yet:
I love the fact that City Traces maps the city in terms of what is lost or vestigial or thrown away. It’s such a refreshing counterpoint to ‘go for growth’ boosterism, amd reflects for me so much of why I am drawn to history. It seems to me that the everyday experience of city life is very much about the negotiation of brokenness and detritus, about the determination to find something beautiful in them – the development of a particular kind of aesthetic as a way of dealing with urban living – and that is what infuses Shiels’ photographs.