Hello everyone, here's John Kenneth Hall's post in response to LS8. Blog problems...so I'm putting it up!
I don't often get sent to the suburbs to work, although
I regularly get told that the wealthier bits of anywhere are often the most culturally barren.
This is because by "culture" people usually mean "what everybody does as a group" rather than what individuals do, and in places where there is no obvious centre to the community theres nowhere to watch em doing anything. Also, you get very little arts investment in wealthier places because they cant fulfil the criteria, not enough outward signs of deprivation they can afford to go and find it, don't need it bringing to them etc although everyone might be inwardly screaming with boredom and desperate to take part in something.
Or not. There's always some sort of network, it might be anything from the PTA to a vigilante Committee, they just aren't always evident to the average bloke wandering around in the rain with a camera. And maybe that why people who can afford the suburbs choose to stay there. They like the quiet. They don't need to borrow any sugar, but they know where they could if they did.
These are sweeping assumptions of course, based on not very much. Decisions and actions are often based either on generalisations about places or individuals, or on simple readings of complex situations. Entire Regeneration programmes often seem to reflect little other than someone's determination to find something to nail a pet project to.
So given that on the one hand Ive only got a bit of time for visits, and (as one of my fellow monitors said) I don't want to just fleece the net for ideas I thought Id embrace generalisation, and spend a day or two wandering around Roundhay while only engaging with the surface. Maybe you don't have to knock on any doors. Maybe you can learn something about a place from what's between it and you.
I wasn't going to try to get inside people's houses , there's no obvious community centre apart from the library, and the few pubs I looked at didn't have much to set them apart from anything else in any other suburb..
There's plenty of estate agents on Wetherby Road. I took some of their blurbs. So Ive got a nice collection of Leeds 8 Interiors, and the first series ( I usually work in sets of three) was "Washing Machines You Probably Cant Afford."
Took some photos of initials carved into trees , some plastic bags roosting in trees on Wetherby Road.
Eventually I turn down a leafy lane, which is Lidgett Park Road, a narrow road, nice houses, very green in the wet. Quiet, really nice. There'll be security cameras too, but I couldn't see any. There's no-one about. Its a work day. A bit of traffic.
Started counting the Neighbourhood Watch signs, there's quite a few.
Neighbourhood Watch started up in Cheshire in the 80's, with a village full of people keeping an eye on each others houses. I took three photos of damaged ones; one a bit corroded, the other two broken and hanging off. Bad weather, vandals, who knows. I reckon one of these signs might be an 80's original, and worthy of commemoration. I wandered up and down this street for about an hour. Took loads of pictures in front of people's houses.
Then I went to Harehills for dinner, looked at the pictures; two of them were useless..so I went back, wandered the street for another hour, more pictures.
There's a few people in their gardens now. People moving around indoors, looking out onto the street...
4 0'clockish. Suddenly there are people about. A few people are coming home from work, kids coming home from school..No one says anything, no-one seems to mind. Good.
Then its quiet again. Take a couple more pictures of old footprints in cement, lichen on fences and lampposts, and have a slow walk around the park and back to Wetherby Road and make my assumptions as I ride the bus back into Leeds.
Tall white male in his late forties. Wearing a bright blue waterproof . Face concealed under hood. Rucksack with things sticking out of it. Wandering around in a residential Neighbourhood Watch area, Carrying a fire-damaged suggestion box from the burned out Caff in the Park. Taking loads and loads of photos from all angles, in the rain.
Maybe they had a look, did a ring-round, decided he's no trouble.
Confident and secure under the neglected signs, it's as though the neighbourhood wasn't watching at all.