#spitalfields

[allthingseurope]

Christ Church, Spitalfields, London

[artschoolglasses]

Fine Striped Spitalfields Silk Robe a la Francaise, English, c. 1775

From Kerry Taylor Auctions

[sometimeslondon]

Halloween in London

A red telephone box in Spitalfields Market decorated with pumpkins

[mostlysignssomeportents]

So pointy pointy

[selfcomposed]

Old Spitalfields hand loom with jacquard mechanism

the jacquard attachment automated the process of weaving intricate patterns, reading data from punch cards that are fed through the machine; an important step in the history of computing technology

[panelswithoutpeople]

From Hell Chapter Fourteen - Gull, Ascending

by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

[stanestreet]

John Allin (1934–1991) began painting while serving a six month prison sentence for minor theft, and achieved considerable success in the sixties and seventies with his vivid intricate pictures recalling the East End of his childhood. There is a dreamlike quality to these visions in sharp focus of an emotionalised cityscape, created at a time when the Jewish people were leaving to seek better housing in the suburbs and their culture was fading from those streets which had once been its home.

Returning from National Service in the Merchant Navy, Allin worked in the parks department planting trees, later as a swimming pool attendant and then as a long distance lorry driver — all before his conviction and imprisonment. After discovering his artistic talent, he devoted himself to painting and won attention with his first exhibition in 1969 at the Portal Gallery, specialising in primitive and outsider art. In 1974, he collaborated with Arnold Wesker on a book of reminiscence, “Say Goodbye: You may never see them again” in which he reveals an equivocation about the East End. “I saw it as a place where people lived, earned their living, grew up, moved on … they had dignity … I like painting the past with dignity…” he said in an interview with Wesker, “but what they’ve done to the East End is diabolical! They’ve scuppered it, built and built and torn down and torn out and took lots of identity away and made it into just a concrete nothing… But people go on, don’t they? Eating their eels and giving their custom where they’ve always given their custom … Funny how people can go on and take anything and everything.”

Spitalfields Life

[lounesdarbois]

Intérieur d'une maison du tout début XVIIIème siècle construite pour des Huguenots de Londres qui faisaient le commerce de la soie comme la plupart de leur coreligionnaires dans le quartier de Spitalfields.