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Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that trickled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph — Laura El-Tantawy
Laura adds…
“The ground that you stand on is the same ground where something profoundly good or evil took place.”
Challenge #2 is set by Egyptian photographer Laura El-Tantawy:
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How it works
Take photos that interpret the challenge and upload them to Flickr or Instagram. Then add them to the Challenge #2 Flickr group or use the #12by12challenge2 hashtag on Instagram. It’s possible to add up to five images per challenge to the Flickr group.
Once you're underway if you'd like some feedback on your work in progress images before you submit them you can add them to the WIP Album post. Once you've submitted your image(s) you can add them to the Final Albums post to make your images easier to browse for members and challenge setters alike.
Each challenge has its own group on Flickr, if you like to take part be sure to join the Challenge #2 group. www.flickr.com/groups/12by12challenge2/
Community
Each challenge has its own thread, inviting first reactions, thoughts, ongoing progress and old photos. Why not join the discussion: www.flickr.com/groups/12by12challenge2/discuss/7215765171...
Challenge #1
What a flying start to 12 by 12! Thanks to everyone who contributed to the first challenge, we've loved looking through your creative responses. We're excited to announce that Vanessa Winship will be choosing a handful of member images from Challenge #1 for articles on the BBC News website and in ToneLit magazine.
The Challenge #1 Flickr group is now closed to submissions but you can continue respond to the instruction on Instagram.
Consider becoming a Supporting Member
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Good luck to everyone taking part, we can't wait to see your responses!
– The 12 by 12 Team
Anglo Saxon carvings dominate the east end with the Virgin Mary giving a Byzantine blessing, flanked by priests or apostles.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
Each of the 12 challenges now has its own Flickr group. Be sure to join the Challenge 1 group to take part in the first instruction due to start March 5th.
Why not join all of them to get ahead of the game. Challenge groups: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
More details in the FAQs: www.flickr.com/groups/12by12/discuss/72157650952975061/
"My emotions are an essential ingredient in the work. I don’t believe in neutrality in photography."
12by12.net/12-by-laura-el-tantawy/
Laura El-Tantawy's insightful interview is now up on the 12 by 12 website. Laura answers members’ questions about her latest book “In the Shadow of the Pyramids”.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
Frank Albert Smith, 32, was an umbrella maker and was arrested in 1894. Held in Bath prison.
From Bath and North East Somerset Council's record office.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph.
— Laura El-Tantawy
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. The photos were printed out the photos and buried at the bottom of Slippery Lane for two weeks so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.
Oliver Love, 29, was arrested in 1911. Held in Bath prison.
From Bath and North East Somerset Council's record office.
I've been obsessed with slippery lane for 20 years. It's a very narrow mediaeval street right in the heart of Georgian Bath. It used to provide access to the river just outside the Roman wall but it's been blocked off at the lower end for hundreds of years and more recently at the street entrance. Within minutes of walking down its steep incline the modem world starts to feel like a distant memory and you're plunged into the dirty, poorly lit atmosphere of a medieval town. The tarmac surface turns to a dirt path and the sounds of the city disappear.
The little lane has had a dark past and you can sense it in the stale air. It was the last street many accused of witchcraft saw on their way down to the dunking stool and its cellars were used to hide firearms for a revolution that never came to be. The lane used to house many butchers and it gets its name from the streams of blood that tricled down its muddy floor to the river. Being on the edge of what used to be city borders it attracted those on the margins of society and was the site of one of Bath’s first prisons.
Many years ago I read a few lines in what may have been a legal document about a resident of the infamous lane who went on the run after murdering a priest, though the details are hazy in my mind. I thought it might be interesting to mix the real history of the place with the half remembered, half imagined story of this criminal; Joe, the butcher of Slippery Lane.
The shots are inspired by the place rather than taken there. But I plan to print out the photos and bury them at the bottom of Slippery Lane for a week so the place can infuse its dark magic into the images. Hopefully the emulsion will start to be eaten away by the alkaline of the vast quantities of Pigeon guano there.
The style is influenced by graphic novels, Victorian Gothic, the Sin City film and Jacob Aue Sobol amongst others.