This picture is pretty special to me. Firstly, it was taken the same year that my mother was born, and nothing in that picture is still around. Howard Street still *exists* but as a shadow of what it once ran next to – St Enoch railway station in Glasgow. It was all destroyed in the 1970s, the site left vacant for years and a shopping mall (the excretable St Enoch Centre) was built in it’s place. I love the idea of the photographer watching the woman either walk away or towards him (it’s never too clear which direction she’s moving in) and her feet sounding off the granite paving stones and echoing along the undercroft.
The arches at Howard Street, Glasgow, 1955.
This picture is pretty special to me. Firstly, it was taken the same year that my mother was born, and nothing in that picture is still around. Howard Street still *exists* but as a shadow of what it once ran next to – St Enoch railway station in Glasgow. It was all destroyed in the 1970s, the site left vacant for years and a shopping mall (the excretable St Enoch Centre) was built in it’s place. I love the idea of the photographer watching the woman either walk away or towards him (it’s never too clear which direction she’s moving in) and her feet sounding off the granite paving stones and echoing along the undercroft.
That lighting must have been magnificent for the camera to capture that beam through the pillars