Some the photos that didn't come out on the disposable camera were those done at Holborn. I expressly wanted shots of the station fascias for the lovely mummies and other chunks of art we Brits have nicked from other cultures and locked up in the British Museum.

When I arrived the only person to ask to do the platform shot, as the station was quite empty, startled me on my approach over by yelling (and I mean YELLING) 'pink hair, pink hair, PINK HAIR' rapidly like a mantra, followed by 'oh yeah, that's it man'. More than likely this was some kind of involuntary tourettish affliction, but decided his jittering would not make for a clear shot, and he was being a bit leary...

I want to use these images as the base for some 'thread drawing' embroideries. The originals are not black and white, and I am want to use the multiple layers of reproduction in the piece, things being lost in translation....

I've been sulking about these stations since my return from London in mid-December.  Stupidly I forgot my camera on my recent trip, and then the battery gave out on B's digital after the assault on the East London Line...so in order to continue the project was forced into getting a cheapee disposable at Knightsbridge before my trip to Cambs to deliver a rather fine banyan to midnightxpress. 

How quickly one adjusts to the instant playback and gratification of the digital age.  However there was a pleasant sense of tension and anticipation to have to put the film in for development and wait...the frisson of expectation when the envelope of pictures arrived, but oh! the crushing disappointment - most of the shots are rubbish.  Not rubbish in that they are poor composition but worse in that they are mostly blank - dark, grainy and unreadable rubbish.  Some shots I remember taking are missing altogether - presumably because they are just blank grey exposed film with no visible image as such present.