The story would be about people falling behind with the rent and in or out of love, the cast would dress in 1950s pastels to match the washing machines or wear dark red saris like the lady who runs the place or go about in converse, hoodies, and a hungover haze.
It might have a happy ending (I'd like it to, I think) but it couldn't be a hero-wins-the-lottery-and-gets-the-girl type of happy ending. There'd have to be a sense that the happiness was a fragile thing, its feathers in danger from loose nails or an overloaded machine.
A few years ago the lady's husband used to run the newsagent next door...
ReplyDeleteConny
Hi Conny. Do you remember what the newsagent looked like?
ReplyDelete(I hesitated before posting this because there is something hipsterish about taking arty photographs of retro spaces, but I do think the place has a beauty that's worth celebrating)
If I remember correctly, it was smaller than it is now. At some point they knocked through the wall and made it bigger.
ReplyDeleteSo only the front bit was open?
ReplyDeleteMmm. I like your launderette and disappearing garage photos. Very 70s. What camera/setting/effect are you using
ReplyDeleteHi Naomi,
ReplyDeleteThey're both just hipstamatic shots - I think I used the libatique lens for the garage post. By the way, are you Naomi-who-lives-in-Luton?