Posts tagged Manchester

Authors and their Inspiration.

My fourth appearance on the BBC, this time I’m there to discuss cities as inspiration to authors. 

We briefly talk about the dark romance of Preston bus station as well as finding time to research and write.

City or Country Life?

My third interview with the BBC - this time I’m there to argue the case for city living. Towards the end of the interview I talk a lot about Skyliner and the architecture of the city, as well my dismay at Manchester’s approach to heritage, and my love for Liverpool.

I even read out the weather!

Skyliner in The Skinny. A favourite read of mine whenever I visit Glasgow, The Skinny launches in the North West tonight at 2022NQ.

I was interviewed for piece titled What’s Your Northwest, along with a collection of other people involved in the region’s art scene.

You can read the full, unedited interview below (which might give you some insight into what the future of Skyliner will be) or read the full magazine on the above link, or pick up a copy around town.

TS. What first made you curious about exploring Manchester and the region in the way that you do? How did you get into doing what you do?

S. Looking for the back story of a street, building or artwork started in an old job when I would take the office dog for a walk at lunchtime, the same route everyday soon became boring so I’d look for interesting architectural features around me then investigate them that evening. Soon I became so engrossed in what I was doing that I quit my job and decided to give myself a year to see what exactly I could achieve from what was to become ‘Skyliner’. I’m working on a project at the moment that follows in the footsteps of a Glaswegian journalist James Cowan who, 100 years ago, did exactly the same thing - he spent his lunch hours looking for unusual parts of his city then researching their origins - and in much the same ilk he too started to take this hobby more and more seriously until he was offered a regular column on a newspaper publishing under the guise ‘Peter Prowler’.

TS. And what’s your favourite thing about what you do - what motivates you to keep doing it?

S. Knowing the story of a building makes it infinitely more beautiful and you see the city in a new way with each thing you learn; it’s like colouring in a painting. Manchester was my blank canvas when I first came here and it remained that way for several years, just a corner of the canvas was filled in and it was rudimentary and pencil drawn. Then I realised that I hadn’t approached the city like I do all other cities; as a tourist – always asking questions about its history, its art, exploring the streets and getting lost in its dead-ends. I did this and my canvas became florid in its detail. I still explore like this everyday because there’s no reason, in any city, for that curiosity to ever wane. Not only that but I have explored lots of new avenues in the metaphorical sense too; I’ve taken on roles that I would never have dreamed of doing and have become an alternative tour guide, a location scout, a curator as well as writing for international publications.

TS. What’s the most unexpected or surprising thing you’ve discovered while exploring Manchester and the region? (Both positive and negative discoveries/surprises?)

S. I’ve seen some remarkable things, and some things that we assume to be unremarkable. From walking into what looks like a bog standard community centre only to discover a baroque music theatre to noticing historical artefacts hidden in plain sight such as fading air raid shelter signs on doorways I’ve walked by a thousand times. I’ve sadly discovered how our heritage can mean so little to those who matter with new developments being put before restoration even when locations are protected, or poor decisions leading to important buildings being left to rot. Intertragal artworks of buildings are ripped out when the buildings are demolished as if they were simply old wallpaper (especially true of post-war buildings). I’ve come to see that empty buildings should be valued in any form - to be open for safe exploration or put to use as art spaces if only to keep them occupied and maintained, but these ideals that cities such as Berlin or Barcelona would be all over are made almost impossible here. When you love a city and make it your business to know what’s going on then you can’t avoid seeing its flaws.

TS. And what’s your most treasured revelation - what are you really glad you found out?

S. In Liverpool I was exploring underground below St Luke’s bombed out church and the crypt that they’d uncovered had buried in it all manner of relics like very old slivers of stained glass and pottery, and the physical space itself was quite beautiful but the man who showed me around was the real treasure. He’d dug out the crypt alone, this was a job that the army said they would help with but he managed it himself and as he took us back to the surface a homeless and very drunk man shouted his name, at which he turned to me and said “that was me 18 months ago”. He had replaced his drink addictions with an addiction for a building, and it had saved him.

TS. What kind of community have you encountered while doing what you do? Are there lots of others engaged in similar pursuits, and are people encouraging of and interested in what you do?

S. There’s a community of people and groups in the city who explore our surroundings through the urban environment in some way; I think both architecture and local history are starting to be seen as something more socially engaging and not just academic subjects. There’s Manchester Modernist Society, Natalie Bradbury of The Shrieking Violet, The Loiterer’s Resistance Movement, The OK Cafe, Creative Corner, Wythenshawe Walker, Phil Griffin, MSA’s Urban Sketchers Group, Andrew Brooks and Andy Crydon of Curated Place, and the RIBA hub on Portland Street.

TS. If you had to choose just five places for people new to the city to visit on a sort of ‘alternative’ tour, what would they be and why?

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1. Our city centre island - Pomona, and its dystopian landscape. Sooner or later the plans to turn Pomana into a forest of apartment blocks will become a reality so go and enjoy this strange forgotten part of the city and enjoy the isolation of this rather captivating wasteland.

2. The giant map made of ceramic bricks on the wall of Victoria Station, glistening cream, black and red. This is reminiscent of another time, when railways were the backbone of the country.

3. London Road Fire Station “the finest fire station in this round world”. It’s an amazing building that’s sadly neglected under the ownership of Britannia Group. It’s a lifetime wrapped up in a building; a fire station, housing for the firmen, their families and even the horses, a bar, a bank, a gym, a police station, a courtroom, police cells, and a morgue.

4. The former UMIST campus. In the 60s 1% of building costs were allocated to art so these buildings have some fine pieces of public art inset within them. Hans Tisdall and Victor Pasmore have murals here, and the buildings and landscape itself, on a sunny day, comes as close to walking around in an architect’s sketchpad as you’ll ever get.

5. I’d love to say the curve of Library Walk as it snakes from St Peter’s Square to Mount Street, but sadly this one requires a bit of time travel as it is currently closed to the public whilst it’s glazed over and gated.

TS. If you had to evoke the character of the city you live in in just a few words, how would you describe it?

S. Manchester is a home.

It’s a bit corny but it’s true. The people who seem to hold the city dearest, who spend so much time writing about it, exploring it and being fascinated by it, are those who have moved here from elsewhere. It’s not the cocksure city like the Madchester scene led people to believe; it’s a city championed by the people who have chosen to live here rather than anywhere else and when they’re asked where they’re from they don’t say “well I live in Manchester but I’m from x,y or z” they simply say “Manchester”.

TS. One of the things I love about Manchester is that it seems like people’s love for the city really develops and deepens over time. For a visitor, maybe it’s not the most immediately beautiful or hospitable place - but when people develop that love for it they *really* love it. What are your most-loved aspects of/most-loved places in Manchester and the region?

S. My family are predominantly from Liverpool, and so it’s safe to assume I’m the black sheep of the family in my adoration of Manchester. I love it because I feel like I’ve made it my own. It’s a city where it’s very easy to do that and to carve yourself a place where you slot in and feel at home regardless of your roots. It’s also a challenging city to love because you have to work at it. There’s nothing immediate about it, it’s small yet spread out, it’s unremarkable in many ways, and you certainly don’t get that breath-taking moment of flinging open your window and gazing down on an urban paradise – its not an easy city for a visitor to love.

TS. What’s left to discover? What projects are you moving on to?

S. Although all that I’ve done so far is based in Manchester I’m not bound to the city exclusively; I’m planning to expand my work to cover Liverpool, Sheffield and Glasgow in the coming year. Back in Manchester though - my alternative tours start up again in spring, some of which will be adapted for music festivals including Sounds from the Other City and Portmeirion’s Festival Number 6. I’ll be working with RIBA and Manchester Art Gallery on some architectural festivals, and I have a handful of art projects that I’m hoping to secure funding on - I can’t say too much right now but they involve a very unique bus, a miniature building site, and an art gallery tucked away where you’d least expect it.

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In 2012 the CIS tower celebrated it’s 50th year (as well as it being the international year of the Co-Op) and this year the new headquarters at Angel Place will open. In tribute and celebration Skyliner presents an exclusive look at the 1962 commemorative brochure. 

Thank you to S.L. Scott for the beautiful artwork in the image above and to the Co-Operative for allowing reproduction of the brochure.

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“The Directors of the C.I.S have pleasure in enclosing Commemorative Booklet of that great occasion on 22nd October, 1962, when H.R.H. The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, K.G., K.T., so graciously opened the new building in the presence of a large number of guests from Home and Overseas.

It is hoped much pleasure will be derived from the contents of this souvenir booklet and that the typescript of what was said on that notable occasion will recall many happy memories.”

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“New Head Office premises of the Co-operative Insurance Society Ltd, Miller Street, Manchester, England”

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“To the applause of a large crowd that had gathered in Miller Street, Prince Philip, accompanied by Rt. Hon. The Earl of Derby, M.C., Lord Lieutenant of Lancashire, walks to entrance where he was greeted by Messrs. Wild and Dinnage, who accompanied him on his tour of the building.”

image“(Top right) The first visit is 60 feet below ground to the Control Room

City Tower

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It’s hard to place City Tower, formerly Sunley Tower, in the brutalist pigeonhole these days. It’s a white beacon of modernism guiding you across China Town, a siren of the 60s beckoning you towards it from its podium behind the classical architecture of King Street. It’s the third tallest building in the city, and remains the highest commercial office space.

And set within its facade is a concrete tribute to the scientific achievements of the city, because look closely - those gable walls are a giant circuit board.

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Completed in 1964 it was originally named Sunley

Streetview - Road Sign Language

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My latest article for the wonderful Now Then - the layout and naming convention of streets. Featuring a housing estate in Chorlton and a series of American grid-style streets in Trafford Park…

There’s a long-vacated wine shop in Chorlton, the exterior of which is flanked by two huge bay windows and the blue frames are that kind of salt-eroded, windswept pastel found only on British waterfronts and in polaroids. Traversing the suburban landscape that surrounds the wine shop the houses begin to take on the same seaside form, it’s subtle and difficult to pinpoint the exact similarities but they’re definitely there and that’s when you notice the street signs: Fairhaven, St Annes, Lytham, Cleveleys, and it’s quite serendipitous but there’s long winding road that wraps around this estate and it goes by the name of Sandy Lane - a tarmac beach. Were these houses designed to mirror the architecture of our seaside resorts or have the streets, like dogs that resemble their owners, taken on the characteristics of the towns they’re named after? 

Le Corbusier famously outlined his plans for a new Paris in his manifesto The City of Tomorrow and Its Planning. The streets that had grown from the paths of least resistance, those traced by meandering pack-donkeys during medieval times, were not efficient for modern man. To Le Corbusier the city was a mechanism and neither character nor exploration were necessary components of his well-oiled machine. The streets in his vision were laid out in meticulous order, exact geometry that suited and served the way of man, and not the way of the donkey. Manchester, like much of the UK, is part man and a whole lot of donkey. But not entirely. Some of the order found within the grid layout of new transatlantic cities, their blocks and their numerical naming convention, made it to Manchester.

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The water tower of the Westinghouse factory, Trafford Village. Image care of Metropolitan Vickers

In 1886 American owned Westinghouse Electrical Company built besides the Bridgewater Canal on what had been meadows up until the completion of the Manchester Ship Canal. Westinghouse pulled out all the stops to have his enormous factory built in record time along with a model village for his workers. He based his Trafford Park Village on the regimented blocks of America and provided four avenues and twelve streets of housing, small businesses and community centres. Today the streets have been altered somewhat but this grid layout still exists to some degree

The Midland Hotel’s secret gallery

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The art galleries of a city are larger in number than you first perceive if you look not only to the official institutions but to the galleries that are formed in the corridors of hotels and the stairwells of office blocks.

One particularly exhaustive collection in the city is that of The Midland Hotel’s Wyverne Restaurant. Here in the Wyverne (every Midland hotel has a Wyverne restaurant) is the work of photographer Eadweard Muybridge.

The launch of Streetview is Friday, 25th Jan. Come down from 6pm and join us for the party. [See photos from the night here!]
This is the first time I’ve curated a show and I’m overwhelmed by the press coverage and interest from the public. Overwhelmed but overly nervous, so do come and say hello and share the fun of the evening with me.
BUYING ARTWORK:
If you want to buy a print but didn’t get chance during your visit my shop or if what you like isn’t on there then email: theskyliner.org@gmail.com
EVERYTHING ELSE:
Streetview made the BBC! How exciting. You can take a look at some of the artworks on their ‘In Pictures’ feature here.
Thank you for the support of Ubiquitous who have sponsored the print of 250 event brochures, Sam Swaffield for designing them, Tunnock’s for driving all the way from Scotland with Burn’s Night biscuits for the event, James Travis and Mat Dean of Dots and Loops for giving us music on the evening, 2022nq for hosting the exhibition, Dan Zomack for being the inspiration and face of the event, and all the wonderful friends and artists involved.
The show runs until February 18th, and stay tuned for two frankly ludicrous ideas I have for a further two shows in the coming year. 

Mark O’Brien’s sculpture “Church Street Records” for the show

The venue during set-up, thanks to Ahmad Hakym for the image

The launch of Streetview is Friday, 25th Jan. Come down from 6pm and join us for the party. [See photos from the night here!]

This is the first time I’ve curated a show and I’m overwhelmed by the press coverage and interest from the public. Overwhelmed but overly nervous, so do come and say hello and share the fun of the evening with me.

BUYING ARTWORK:

If you want to buy a print but didn’t get chance during your visit my shop or if what you like isn’t on there then email: theskyliner.org@gmail.com

EVERYTHING ELSE:

Streetview made the BBC! How exciting. You can take a look at some of the artworks on their ‘In Pictures’ feature here.

Thank you for the support of Ubiquitous who have sponsored the print of 250 event brochures, Sam Swaffield for designing them, Tunnock’s for driving all the way from Scotland with Burn’s Night biscuits for the event, James Travis and Mat Dean of Dots and Loops for giving us music on the evening, 2022nq for hosting the exhibition, Dan Zomack for being the inspiration and face of the event, and all the wonderful friends and artists involved.

The show runs until February 18th, and stay tuned for two frankly ludicrous ideas I have for a further two shows in the coming year. 

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Mark O’Brien’s sculpture “Church Street Records” for the show

Streetview venue

The venue during set-up, thanks to Ahmad Hakym for the image

Wondrous Place very kindly asked a few of this year’s curators back for a quick Christmas special. Each of us had a creative challenge; mine was “You’re a fugitive in your home city - you’ve got 20 minutes to hide. Where do you go…?”
I’m sure that among the collection of complicated minds that are my fellow Wondrous Place curators, I’m not alone when I confess that large chunks of my time are taken up by re-imagining my life as a story. My train of thought that was brought into the world with the sole purpose of deciding which crisps to buy eventually becomes a detective story – it takes only a minute or two for my thoughts to wind up here in my internal mystery, this imaginary film that my life becomes functions like a screensaver for my brain when its attention to the mundane has timed out.
Sometimes detective, other times fugitive, the scenario is still the same but what of the setting? Where in Manchester does my story pan out? Is it in the hidden rooms of an Oxford Road hotel where I chase my leads, or is it along the tow paths of the Rochdale Canal where it becomes lonely and its most ugly that I encounter my assailant?Today I am a fugitive and I have twenty minutes to find a hide out, and I already know where to go. I start out on the canal, in those parts of it between the cafe culture of Canal Street and the yuppy culture of Castlefield; the parts where only three things decide to settle – crisp packets, used condoms and the burly blue heron that sits one-legged on the corner of Deansgate, the gatekeeper of the detritus. There’s nowhere to hide here.
Where I go is a limbo; a wasteland; an island. My island can be reached within minutes from here.
I leave the canal, cross a small car park and head for the hole in the iron fence. What surrounds me is a strip of railway arches. Some retain a sort of privacy with the remnants of old facades, and in the gloom of these particular arches I am cold to the bone, but the pathway linking each new geometric arc of brick and vanquished industry is lined with thick grass – greener than anywhere else in the city, a miniature meadowland. And finding the guts to walk further into the belly of the railway line, I find myself in brightly decorated caverns whose curved ceilings are pierced with angular reveals of sunlight.

There’s a unicorn down here, no, really. It’s bright pink, and if he’s gone unnoticed for so long then I’m sure that I will too. Beyond him, his graffitied form, there’s a curtain of blue and green – sky and grass, a gateway to the water and to an open stretch of land that is the island itself.

A pathway, broken up by weeds looking like the destroyed yellow brick road, leads along the water away from the city. I know where it leads to, but it’s more than my life’s worth to tell you…


You can also read my answer over on their site, along with my previous posts and those of all the other curators of the project - it’s well worth a browse! Remember to look out for some more familiar names coming up as curators in the new year.

Wondrous Place very kindly asked a few of this year’s curators back for a quick Christmas special. Each of us had a creative challenge; mine was “You’re a fugitive in your home city - you’ve got 20 minutes to hide. Where do you go…?”

I’m sure that among the collection of complicated minds that are my fellow Wondrous Place curators, I’m not alone when I confess that large chunks of my time are taken up by re-imagining my life as a story. My train of thought that was brought into the world with the sole purpose of deciding which crisps to buy eventually becomes a detective story – it takes only a minute or two for my thoughts to wind up here in my internal mystery, this imaginary film that my life becomes functions like a screensaver for my brain when its attention to the mundane has timed out.image

Sometimes detective, other times fugitive, the scenario is still the same but what of the setting? Where in Manchester does my story pan out? Is it in the hidden rooms of an Oxford Road hotel where I chase my leads, or is it along the tow paths of the Rochdale Canal where it becomes lonely and its most ugly that I encounter my assailant?imageToday I am a fugitive and I have twenty minutes to find a hide out, and I already know where to go. I start out on the canal, in those parts of it between the cafe culture of Canal Street and the yuppy culture of Castlefield; the parts where only three things decide to settle – crisp packets, used condoms and the burly blue heron that sits one-legged on the corner of Deansgate, the gatekeeper of the detritus. There’s nowhere to hide here.image

Where I go is a limbo; a wasteland; an island. My island can be reached within minutes from here.

I leave the canal, cross a small car park and head for the hole in the iron fence. What surrounds me is a strip of railway arches. Some retain a sort of privacy with the remnants of old facades, and in the gloom of these particular arches I am cold to the bone, but the pathway linking each new geometric arc of brick and vanquished industry is lined with thick grass – greener than anywhere else in the city, a miniature meadowland. And finding the guts to walk further into the belly of the railway line, I find myself in brightly decorated caverns whose curved ceilings are pierced with angular reveals of sunlight.

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There’s a unicorn down here, no, really. It’s bright pink, and if he’s gone unnoticed for so long then I’m sure that I will too. Beyond him, his graffitied form, there’s a curtain of blue and green – sky and grass, a gateway to the water and to an open stretch of land that is the island itself.

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A pathway, broken up by weeds looking like the destroyed yellow brick road, leads along the water away from the city. I know where it leads to, but it’s more than my life’s worth to tell you…

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You can also read my answer over on their site, along with my previous posts and those of all the other curators of the project - it’s well worth a browse! Remember to look out for some more familiar names coming up as curators in the new year.

My second piece for Twenty Two - the little-known permanent Eadweard Muybridge exhibition in Manchester.

Minut Men

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The totems of Salford University’s Allerton Building, and other works by William Mitchell.

“I don’t give a hoot if you don’t like them, just as long as you look at them”

Whilst on The Crescent in Salford, continue towards Salford University’s Allerton Building and there you will find the striking Minut Men by William Mitchell.

Perhaps the first critique of this concrete trio was by Prince Philip, in 1967 when he opened what was then the Technical College, and exclaimed ‘What the hell is that?”. 

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Mancograph

Return of the Mancograph - Version 2 now available…

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I suspect that many of Skyliner’s readers will also be familiar with the architectural sage that is Eddy Rhead. Eddy is on my dream line-up in my imaginary quiz team, admittedly the quiz that we’re playing is Strike It Lucky but my imagination is too full up with concrete and Portland stone to make room for anything more taxing.

Eddy’s latest venture is the beautiful Mancograph, we previously gave away a print of Mancograph V1 and now the second version is available to buy - but it’s of very limited stock so grab one quickly.

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Read the article I wrote for Now Then issue 2 about the Kardomah Cafes of Manchester. The full (and quite beautiful) version of the magazine can be read by clicking the image above, or read the article below.

Kardomah Manchester

Cafe Cultured

Upon arriving in Manchester during the 1950s to work for The Guardian, novelist Michael Frayn asked where in the city one could expect to find the artists’ quarter - he was answered with a peel of laughter. But proof that there was indeed a haven for artists’ back then can be found at the Venetian Gothic Memorial Hall on Albert Square. The layers of paint that had obscured it for years have now all but vanished and in the doorway of this listed building you can clearly see a sign for one of the Manchester branches of the Kardomah Café.

The Kardomah Cafés originated in Edwardian times and garnered a reputation amongst the bohemian as the place to be seen. In fact, it was so popular a place that the Welsh branch of Kardomah became the meeting point for Dylan Thomas and the eponymous ’Kardomah Gang’; a gathering of painters, writers, artists and musicians who met regularly in the Swansea café.

Opening from around 1929 onwards, our own little Lost Generation could be found here for it was in one of the Manchester Kardomah’s that William Turner and L S Lowry would meet to famously not talk about Lowry’s work. It’s was at the Piccadilly Gardens branch of the chain (later a Lyon’s) that Lowry, in 1957, opened a letter from a 13 year old girl asking him for artistic advice. Lowry looked up from the page only to see a bus heading to the same town as noted in the letter, he boarded the bus and paid her a visit. The unlikely pair struck up an avuncular relationship and the girl, herself named Lowry, became the eventual heir to his estate.

There were at least three of these cafes in Manchester with one at St Anne’s Square that had a large Arabic following, Albert Square, and a final one at Piccadilly Gardens that was architecturally ornate and Moorish in style.

The cafés welcomed those who perhaps did not feel welcome elsewhere, be that down to sex, religion or ethnicity. Over the years the cafes kept up with the times and by the 1960s, just prior to their demise, they were the haunts of many young Mods.

During the peak of their popularity the cafés were always busy but we’re treated with more of a grandeur than we grant coffee shops today; they were a night out for many customers and so they would dress in best hats and gloves and sit around waiting to be seen as they ate herring roe on toast and listened to live jazz.

Kardomah Manchester

The plush interiors of the London and Manchester branches were the work of Sir Misha Black, who is perhaps more well known for designing the City of Westminster street signs, the 1978 London Transport moquette (those iconic geometric orange and black seat covers) and co-founding the Design Research Unit (a consultancy specialising in architecture, industrial design and graphics).

The Kardomah chain was founded in Liverpool and predominantly based in the UK but a handful made their way to Paris, Sydney and even a fictional Kardomah can be seen in Brief Encounter as the location of the lovers’ tryst.

After the Kardomahs were closed and Manchester began to welcome and celebrate urban street culture, these dark cafes of yesterday were forgotten as Manchester pointed an ashamed finger at itself as a city that was living behind closed doors.  The city council focussed upon investing in public spaces and encouraging urban culture and street life in line with the councils arts and culture strategy. Couple this with the eventual smoking ban and Manchester became a city living very much outdoors, but Kardomah’s ghost is still here and it’s pointing out the glaringly obvious oversights in our ‘cafe culture’, in our reluctance to utilise the three most obvious urban spaces for cafe life in the city (besides that wonderful street level car park on Aytoun Street) - and of course, they are the three sites of Kardomah itself; Albert Square, St Ann’s Square, and Piccadilly Gardens.

Before cafe culture Kardomah already had the locations nailed.

These were beat clubs before beat. Coffee shops before Starbucks. Cafe culture before Canal Street.

Now Then Manchester

Chapel Street, Salford

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Photos by Jennifer Brookes. 

To celebrate Lowry’s 125th birthday; an article about the Chapel Street area of Salford originally published in May 2012 as the introduction piece for Skyliner From the Other City, an alternative venue guide for annual music festival Sounds From the Other City.

Despite the obvious dereliction, beneath the surface Chapel Street is bustling. What it lacks in most everything you’d except from a city’s main throughfare, it makes up for with the vibrancy of its residents and visitors. On the face of things the street is barren but for the bricked up pubs and a constant stream of traffic; always passing through, and never stopping.

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During the late 50s, to make way for redevelopment of the area, the facades of the independent businesses that stood here were saved and preserved as a sort of toy town. Named Lark Hill Place this ghost street

The first issue of the lovely Twenty Two magazine, for which I am a contributor.

My feature all about art out on the streets of Manchester can be found on page fifteen.


If you’re a photographer or curator and would like to collaborate on a piece; if you're interested in booking me as an alternative tour guide; or if you’re neither of those things and are simply curious about places I’ve been to and would like to know more, then why not ask me a question; drop me a line; say hello…

I can also provide help with location scouting throughout Greater Manchester
You can email me if you'd prefer theskyliner.org@gmail.com