'If I were just curious, it would be very hard to say to someone, "I want to come to your house and have you talk to me and tell me the story of your life." I mean people are going to say, "You're crazy." Plus they're going to keep mighty guarded. But the camera is a kind of license. A lot of people, they want to be paid that much attention and that's a reasonable kind of attention to be paid...' Diane Arbus

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Salford and Manchester, Some Words by Hannah Jones

Reality overlaid with unreality. 'Cash converters' converted into cash, and smash. Glaziers clearly the business to be in – a new conspiracy theory? (And why do 'they' keep robbing carpet shops? Is this a windows-versus-floors war?) Old lady sandals on broken glass – what would your nan think? Was she there? Would she like an iPad, only £20, cash? Be the weapon, not the target, they said, and now we're both, and we're so thirsty. NEED IT. NOW. 'What do we want?' - we don't shout. But we know something's missing, been taken, replaced, or was never here. And when do we NEED IT? Now. Keep shopping, come what may, window shopping you might say. Find the best discounts, clean them out. Though the shutters are warped and the barricades burned, dress what windows are left. And the spectacle of the aftermath, forensics teams in shoe shops, examining the flip-flops for finger-prints of insurrection. The gold bangles are still standing and the headless t-shirts stare out at the precinct, vacant weapons of desire.

Hannah Jones
Social Research Consultant