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I walk past Rough Trade West on Talbot Road almost every day of my life. I don’t always go in as I will just want to spend money I don’t really have but I always check out their window display which features the covers of their current top picks. At night they put the grill down and I have taken the odd shot as this ‘imprisoned effect’ can give the album artwork a whole new dimension. Over the years I have built up a little collection which I now share with you this week.

Rough Trade is most definitely a revered institution of Ladbroke Grove and I personally feel very attached to it as it has been a part of my record buying existence for as long as I can remember, both guiding and providing for me, the tunes that would shape my life. My proudest moment of the MYLDN book coming out was finding out they were selling it.

This area has always had a rich and vibrant record shop scene and Rough Trade has, for me, always been its beating heart. If you want to read The Vinyl factory’s great article about the history of record shops in this neighbourhood you can see via this link here.

Now sadly many have bitten the dust and only Rough Trade, Honest Jons, People Sounds and The Notting Hill Music Exchange remain. And yet right now, like most shops, none of them are open. Rough Trade’s grill is now up all the time and these shots have become a metaphor for this ongoing ‘incarceration’ of the high street. The retail sector is literally trapped behind bars, unable to function and through no fault of their own. Seeing shops closed has sadly become an all too familiar sight and it feels right now like they might never be resuscitated from their current stasis. But we desperately need them to come back. Our local shops are not just about consumerism, they are an integral part of our communities.

My heart goes out to all the businesses who have been levelled by the pandemic and I hope the government does what’s right and supports them in their hour of need and sustains them through this debilitating situation. The high street was already flagging under the joint pressures of gentrification and internet shopping. Let’s ensure Covid is not the kiss of death but works instead as a wake up call to highlight its necessity. Our retail interactions might seem slight but over time they become genuine relationships and are essential to a sense of wellbeing. They make us feel connected and less isolated, something which is more important now than ever.

One thing that gives me hope is seeing people utilise Rough Trade’s click and collect option to pick up new acquisitions from the shop they literally cannot wait for. It reminds me that for some (myself very much included) music is a necessity not a luxury. Music is the lifeblood that keeps us going. It cannot be extinguished, it gives us energy, it calms us, soothes us, excites us and our love for it will endure no matter what is thrown at us. I know I would not have gotten through this last year without it. So long live Rough Trade and all the other fine purveyors of music for dispensing the tools we need to survive..

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Now that is something I do understand.

This week’s photographs focus on unexplainable art I have recently ncountered on my travels through this city. The question is this: can art be art without meaning? Surely that is the requirement for it to qualify? But maybe the point of art is that it is indefinable. It slips through the cracks of our consciousness. We cannot always file it in our brains because it is unclassifiable.

I used to think that art was anything creative that was produced without the desire for financial returns. (That’s what I conveniently told myself anyway). Its existence was enough. It was free from the sullied hands of commerce and sought reward not in gold but in the human soul. In modern times, this is now very far from the reality for the Premiere league. Art is now one of the biggest commodities around and seems to be one of the few industries outside the city that is still raking in the cash.

As so many companies have been forced out of Soho because of extortionate rates the art world has moved  in. You only have to take a look at the square footage of the new Marion Goodman gallery off Golden Square to know that the art world is doing just fine. It makes you realise that this unquantifiable product of human expression, this abstract attempt to make sense of our world is obviously highly valued in today’s society. It is also apt that in these commodity driven times where everything is traded for middle men mark ups, even the industry devoted to the purist of intention has had its culturally enriching credits transformed into stock value and been rebranded as a luxury status symbol for the superrich.

The market worth of the art world does however show how important it is still regarded in society and how  much we must want it and need it and as soon many other areas fail to give us a sense of understanding of ourselves and the world around us, we turn to art, because it is in these fleeting moments of artistic appreciation and induced reflection that we get a brief calmness that allows us to feel like there is a purpose to it all. This is possibly incorrect and an inspired lie but it’s soothing nonetheless.

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

You can’t really go wrong with a giant metal stiletto. I love outsized objects. Always have. I’m just don’t know what it means…what is this sculpture trying to say? That life has a point? There are bigger things than us? Is it a symbol of the oppression of women and their subsequent fight for dominance in the gender wars? Could the artist just like over-sized items like me? The big question is does it require meaning at all?  Can art be art without meaning? If it can’t, what is it? Someone once said (have a great head for quotes but never remember who said them): “I don’t know what it is so it must be art”. Maybe the sheer fact that I am trying to work it out means that its purpose has been fulfilled. Maybe you yourself are now questioning whether a photograph of a piece of art even registers on the artistic spectrum at all and who am I to dissect someone else’s work? Like this giant shoe, you might just have a point…