Yesterday we took a long trip down the
DLR to have a look at David Bailey's East End,
an exhibition that opened last week at Compressor House, opposite
Royal Albert station.
The
70+ photos displayed range between the early 1960s and the past few
years, and fall into what Bailey describes in his notes as three
“bursts of photographic energy”.
The
first grouping covers the 60s, from grainy black-and-white street
photography at the start of the decade to larger evocative colour
shots of the working-class social scene towards the end of the
decade.
The
grainy, richly textured shots taken around Shoreditch and Whitechapel
were the most astonishing, reminiscent of reportage from a war zone.
They
reminded me of Robert Krasker's Oscar-winning photography of Vienna
in The Third Man,
showing the ragged survivors of a city shattered by a devastating war
as recent to them as the mid-90s were to us.
One
shot in particular threw up an amazing contrast, looking down the
now-vibrant Brushfield Street towards Hawksmoor's imposing Christ
Church at Spitalfields. While it's now hipster heaven, 50 years ago
it looked like a scene from a post-apocalyptic disaster film.
The
next section focused on Docklands in the 1980s, in the hiatus between
the closure of the docks and the frenzied redevelopment anticipated
by The Long Good Friday.
As
attractive as these photos are, their sharpness and artful
composition, often including fashion models, lack a bit of the
documentary edge and dramatic urgency of the earlier work.
However,
with their recurring motifs of redundant cranes and barriers (barbed
wire, chainlink, corrugated iron walls, bricked-up doorways), they're
still evocative of the time I moved from Lancashire to East London
(1986) – a time when it seemed that the best use for a lot of the
area was for Stanley Kubrick to dress it up as Vietnam and blow lumps
out of it.
Bailey
moves the story into the 21st century with a batch of colour street
photography taken digitally between 2005 and 2010.
These
lack the historical interest of the earlier shots, but mix the
expected (colourful sarees contrasted with drab surroundings) with
more sharply observed moments, like a child's horse-drawn funeral in
the snow or a kid posing with a toy gun and a dead pigeon.
It
might be a bit remote if you're not already in East London, but the
Compressor House is a nice space, and the exhibition's well worth a
visit for anyone with an interest in the changing face of London. It
runs until 5th August.
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