Monday, 8 June 2009
Sunday, 7 June 2009
The streets were desolate desolate places with fewer and fewer people seen coming out of their houses. Massive intersections now became marsh-like; desolate and full of treatorous promise. While the shops that had once stood as great temples to our greed were locked up with monumental chains around their doors and faux polite apology notices placed in their windows,
A strange feeling of satisfaction spread across our faces when we saw these and the grotesque beauty of two sicknesses of modern life coming together so intuitively almost made one feel that there was some one in charge somewhere.
Essentially capitalism had been brought to its knees by pigs - in a sort Animal Farm reality the pigs had infected themselves and finally our gluttonous desire for more food, more flights and more money had come to a halt.
No more did that burning sensation run through the population to go and shop, Saturday mornings on Oxford Street were quiet and clean. Swine Flu had erased the thousands of dedicated consumers, the innumerable and irractically placed London Papers and instead a haze of timelessness now filled this great procession route.
For those at home with their families or others that they loved and hadn’t had to openly communicate with for years things were very very different. Although people were still able to hide behind the masks equally scared government officials had posted through their letter boxes or stuffed between security gates, was a feeble social wall when so many of us were used to so so so much more.
Yes These Were Great And Unusual Times.
The Funeral is a fanzine based on the above short story; hand bound & hand coloured in on A3 double-sided photocopied sheets
Love love love Bip (Hotbed RULES yar ) and when the editorial design brief came up as an option it was a great honor to go and document Mr & Mrs Ling as my topic,