Das meditative Rauschen des Meeres, das vom Wind gefächerte Kreischen der Möwen, der weite Horizont. All das gibt es im englischen Badeort Blackpool – und all das ist hier völlig egal. Das Naturschauspiel ist zu leise, um vom harten Alltag der britischen working class abzulenken. Also stürzen die Besucher in die Spielcasinos, die Achterbahnen, die Stripshows und die Pubs. Die Fotografin Benita Suchodrev war so fasziniert von der Atmosphäre, dass sie sich zwei Tage lang treiben ließ. Das Ergebnis ist ihr Bildband 48 Hours Blackpool.
Kommentare
"Little Britain" ist näher an der Realität, als ich dachte.
Musste auch gleich an Vicky Pollard denken.
Schöne klassische Streetfotographie.
Blackpool
One day after closing I was lying on me nest,
When Stez shouts "get yer bags on, come on outside."
So I grabbed me stripy tank-top, I 'ad beer stains on me vest,
An' I said "best get some cans in, it's a long ride."
Well, we drove along the M6, chuckin' cans at other folk,
An' stopped at all the services that took us.
Picked up some fit hitch-hikers,
An' we told 'em filthy jokes,
An' piled them in the back seet fer to fuck us.
We're going down Blackpool, alright,
We're going down Blackpool, fer a pint,
We're going down Blackpool, alight,
To see the lights...
Mutley's in the drivin' seat,
Stez Styx is in the front,
An' we're going down to Blackpool,
To up some fuckin' cunt.
An' Peter's in the back seat,
An' his crack is goin' "gerrit"
He's got his finger up her like a ferret.
Now ten miles outside Blackpool and we had some real bad luck,
Mutley shouts "O fuck, we've got a flat."
And now Peter chucked the jack at some cunt ten mile down the road,
So we made him go an' get the fucker back.
The twat.
We're going down Blackpool, alright,
We're going down Blackpool for a fight,
We're going down Blackpool, alright
To see the lights...
Macc Lads
(lang nicht gehört)
OK, "freshly made donuts" ist der Hammer :o)