Prams
This lady is pushing a pram that was a classic design for many years. These prams were so well made that they often finished their life transporting a variety of goods.
Taj Stores On Brick Lane
The original Taj stores was a small shop situated between Truman’s brewery and the bridge on Brick Lane. This photograph shows a selection of imported vegetables and a neatly organised range of canned food.
This section of Brick Lane was demolished in the 1980’s. Taj stores were one of just a few enterprises that remained in business right up to the time of the demolition. Taj stores attracted customers from all sections of the community and established a reputation for the reliable provision of food stuffs popular with the Bangladeshi community.
When the bulldozers arrived Taj stores moved to the other side of the road to their present location in the middle of Brick Lane.
According to the Taj stores website they are one of the oldest international grocers in the UK. The neatly organised window display hints at things to come.
Moving chairs
During the 1980’s you could find a wide range of furniture for sale in and around Brick Lane. The Sunday market could easily supply a house with all of its furniture needs. As the market closed it was even possible to find abandoned items that could be carried home and used. Much of the furniture you could find then would now be on sale at inflated prices in ‘retro’ shops.
Where I live there is an unofficial but highly effective furniture recycling scheme in operation. If I want to get rid of a piece of furniture then I will just leave it on the landing outside my flat. After a few days it will disappear into a neighbours flat. I noticed recently that a cupboard I abandoned 10 years ago reappeared for a few days on the landing outside our flat.
If you move into an empty flat the three essentials you need are a bed, chairs and a cooker. Years ago it was possible to get all of these for very little or no money at all from the Sunday market in Spitalfields.
This man has found a comfortable abandoned chair from which to view the proceedings of the Sunday market. He is joined by a little girl holding an apple who has fixed her gaze in the same direction of the man. I recall they were watching two men arguing. The argument facilitated this photograph.
The Betting Shop
I’ve never placed a bet in a betting shop. My only reason for being in one has been to photograph the customers. I’ve always been amazed at the way punters appear to be in a daze – oblivious to the world around them. Here the man wearing a hat stares into the distance but I feel that his mind is somewhere else. Has he lost all his money or is he contemplating a final bet?
Its time for a cigarette and a discussion about the horse that should have won.
The illustrations of footballers and race horses frame this lady as she emerges from the dark interior of the betting shop.
Placing a Bet
I was entranced by this lady as soon as I saw her walking along Bethnal Green Road. I would imagine that she has probably spent most of her life living in the area and walked down this particular road thousands of times.
When I first saw her I thought she was going to buy something from a market stall. Seconds after I took the shot of her on Bethnal Green Road she disappeared into a betting shop. With little hesitation I followed her inside and photographed her walking to the counter to place her bet. She was probably in the shop for a minute. Clearly she new exactly what she was betting on and did not want to waste any time inside. Once she was back on Bethnal Green Road she did indeed buy some vegetables from a market stall. I remember thinking at the time that I shouldn’t make assumptions about people after seeing them for a few seconds.
It was a pleasant surprise when my newly found subject diverted to place her bet. I wonder how many times the two ladies above have placed a bet in Bethnal Green Road?




























































