Wednesday, 10 November 2010
So, as you may have guessed, I went to Sheffield today. I couldn't resist a trip to Castle Market, even though it has been extensively documented by far more erudite observers here and here and here and, well, everywhere.
It's a fascinating place, an ancient ruin in (occasionally) full working order. What particularly interests me are the semi-abandoned spaces where people still congregate, seemingly more out of habit than need, a sort of retail race memory.
Here are some of the signs you can see in this dreamlike white elephant. I bought some sweets from the shop with the 'Prisoner' font and was asked to delete a picture of a clock by a stall holder who thought I was photographing him and was unable to back down even when he realised I wasn't.