In April a group of diverese people were invited to explore the area around Pedley Steet London E1, its the street where shoreditch tube station used to be and is currently being demolished.
i asked people to think about boundaries - social, physical, interpersonal... as there are so many being errected all the time in this place.
Pedley street Shaft
Is a very deep ventilation shaft that was going to be made for the cross rail trains, it might still exist in the minds of members of the house of commons select comitee, probably in the mind of the major of tower hamlets and is commemorated in a piece of graffiti near to Bangla Town super market. Pedley street is also used by prostitutes the pedley street shaft could be cheap sex against the railway fence. (One night I heard a woman screaming give me my fucking money I guess she had been doubly shafted.)
The pedley street expedition was a walk for invited guests including a venture capitalist who admitted that he regretted selling his biotech company recently because it did really good work in beating a special kind of lung disease prevelent in Sweden. A woman who works for trees for London and teaches yoga a mother, a hacker, a student a brazilian biologist and a man dresses in a purple ski suit with goggles and sticks. We met in front of the now closed shoreditch tube station by the fire in an oil drum where the drinkers spend time doing urban interventions like throwing as many trainers over the electicity wire as they can until it falls down, making shrines, kinetic art and having bbqs we talked with them for a while and asked them what is going on around here. Johnny took us to see some graffiti that he liked, we found an abandoned handbag and climbed over onto the hill where there is a rowing boat stranded on a grassy hill. This is railway property so we didn't stay long. we admired the signal box - the little house that subversive architects renovated only for the railways to vandalise it. We visited the secret garden admired the bee hive, the slow worm and the tortoises. we climbed onto hoardings and visited the farm for a guided tour. the day ended with food in my flat. after the public space had been explored the private space was open to scrutiny.
we visited a secret garden where cacti grow and David noted that there are cacti without needles
“This struck me as the male equivalent of being born without ones manhood. More importantly, in a crowded space a cactus without needles is defenceless, simply speared by their neighbour. I think that to live in crowded spaces we all need our needles for protection. People relate by touching needles while maintaining personal space.”
thanks ina, Ian Morrison, Nils Norman, David Kent, Charlie Flesch, Terez Ostafi, Mickey, David Spuring, Greenman, Mickel and Anna.
"Physical practice integrates sexual intellectual"