This is my City. I’ve been around its streets and clubs and pubs since I escaped the factory floor, with a job at one of Manchester’s best ever clothes shops.
I know its nooks and crannies. Its diamonds and its flaws. And so will you.
This is a small installment of what will hopefully be both a stunning and comprehensive visual guide to a great city.
Welcome to my Manchester. Continue reading Manchester – A Visitor’s Guide
Allowed to rot and now surrounded by architectural drivel worthy of a super-carbunkle award, this red brick icon of a Manchester past no longer present doesn’t look like this anymore. Continue reading Percy Brothers Hotspur Press
One of my favourite places is the Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester, though not entirely for the theatricals.
I find it at its best in the mornings, especially when the music has been muted so as not to interrupt rehearsals. The silence is somehow embellished by distant voices ricocheting around the theatre round, and the echoing urgency of lines being learned fortifies the stone calm of the building proper, contributing to an atmosphere of insistent quiet that I doubt you’ll find anywhere else. Continue reading Royal Exchange Theatre
Old Trafford Football Ground
I’ve spent a lot of time at Old Trafford Football Ground down the years and its over a decade since I set myself the task of photographing the match night (and day) atmosphere of Old Trafford. Continue reading Old Trafford Football Ground
Castlefield, Deansgate, looking towards Dukes 92 and Albert’s Shed.
I’m not sure why Castlefield Yellow is so popular as a print. What makes the image work for me is the halo of autumnal yellow over red brick, which is so perfectly reflected by the water and the yellow light of the lanterns. Continue reading Castlefield Yellow
If you come upon The Pev by accident and in ignorance, the shiny facade will probably stop you in your tracks, as did the gingerbread house for Hansel and Gretel in the woods.
Even more so if the Western light catches the green tiles at just the right angle, as those who built it undoubtedly knew it would. Continue reading Peveril of the Peak
So farewell then, Cornerhouse (oops…I’ve gone all E J Thribb).
Everyone has memories of this place, including bleary heads on the way to Rock World trying to come to terms with quiz night, Northern Soulies on the way back from a Ritz All-Dayer, generations of students from Manchester Uni and Man Met, and those of us who didn’t visit it as much as we might have. Continue reading Cornerhouse Manchester