THE TUBE - A STORY ABOUT WORKING WITH WHAT YOU’VE GOT
So here is a story of making the best of things to start our first Monday of 2025..
Now like it or loathe it, no one LOVES the tube. The perennial strike action, the overcrowding, the dead air, the odour of armpit and sandwich, the awful music shared by solipsistic straphangers, the ubiquitous man-spreading and pervert leering, the furious, fizzing, amphetamine-aggressive, big dick energy of hardcore regulars, the dawdling, drooling, valium-coma, slackjawed, thoroughfare-constipating and ticket-barrier blocking of bewildered travellers, the Parisian rudeness of TFL staff, the stifling heat in summer and every kind of wrong leaves on the line in winter. On a bad day it can take me longer to get from my house in North London to Canary Wharf than it would to Birmingham. No one, no one, loves the tube.
But
The end of the year saw me squeeze in a relatively minor operation that left me barred by my surgeon from lifting anything heavier than a kettle, driving, or walking any real distance for several weeks. Where could I go? How could I take any photos? I’m a busy event photographer and corporate videographer! I don’t DO sitting still! How would I not go crazy?
Work with what you’ve got is the answer, right?
So I took a couple of subterranean trips on our beloved Underground with a ghastly, fiddly, unloved but lightweight pocket camera to produce a few photos that while not being ward-winning, were part of a different kind of creative and social exploration; I started to see, as I did as a student, how this maze of victorian tunnels and art deco stations is in fact a phenomenal wonder of design and aesthetics, is filled with beautiful stories and a long and marvelous history. Somehow, the Tube manages to get 1.2 billion travellers around London every year and, when seen through even a third rate camera lens, can be really quite lovely .