Daily Constitutional Special Correspondent David Tucker guides us through another of his old photos…
This old photograph sings.
Everything about it is interesting.
Essentials first.
It’s mid-1920s. It shows members – and a
waitress – on the rooftop plaza of the Langbourne Club for City Women. The view
looks out over the Pool of London to Tower Bridge and beyond.
Ok, let’s “guide” it.
Externals first.
1. Fashion.
Love those hats. They’re just so, well, 1920s. Even the waitress is topped to
the north with one. As for the
hemlines, not much you can say about them except that they’re certainly in
earnest. Ditto the white stockings. Sensible as opposed to sexy. And the same
goes for the shoes.
2. The
tea service is nothing fancy. Plain white china cups and saucers. Functional.
Like the trays. But everybody’s having a cuppa. Indeed, counting, it looks as
though one or two of the ladies might be on their second cup.
3. Notice
the brolly. The hats, the shadows, it looks like it’s a sunny one, but sure
enough that’s a brolly in the mid-foreground (just to the left of the table
with the little vase of flowers on it). And where are the handbags?
4. The
vase is a tiny little touch of something delicate, something feminine – in
defiant contrast to that big, bad, butch, masculine world that’s “out there”.
“Out there” being everywhere – at least that’s the vibe the photo gives off –
apart from this tiny little oasis of femininity.
5. Notice
the men on the parapet down below. Lined up, leaning against the parapet.
Taking survey of “what’s out there.” Nothing particularly sociable going on
with that group. For that matter they’re only in the loosest sense of the word
a “group”. Whereas the women – the seated women at any rate – couldn’t be less
interested in “what’s out there.” (No way round it, you have to adverbal the
one who’s facing us – she’s resolutely turned her back on the big bad Pool of
London and everything it stands for.) The men are doing their thing and
whatever it is it isn’t social. Whereas the women – well, that’s a highly
social gathering. Okay, a couple of the gals are reading. But even so they’re
still very much a part of that social gathering. And the magazines – well, they
in effect put them at two removes from that big bad butch masculine “world out
there.”
6. As
for the London “element” of the picture, well, the striking thing is how much
of a working river the Thames was back then. All those vessels, all those
cranes and smokestacks.
7. Anything
else? Yes, this, I think. The photo was taken in the mid-1920s. What it surely
is telling us is that seven or eight years on the horrors were perhaps
beginning to fade – the death grip of the Great War was loosening.
8. Finally,
this. It’s a stunning shot. Juxtaposes two worlds, two Londons. One gentle,
soft, feminine, sunlit, intimate; the other grubby, begrimed, smoky, serrated,
vast, clangorous, dark (and, yes – if you’re going to let Blake have his say –
satanic).
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