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Thursday, 16 September 2010
xploited!
With a random bus route from Bristol city centre in hand, I took the 43 bus to Fishponds, I had been briefed to go out and speak to the people of the area, to find out what local issue most affects them and design a poster to confront it. The issue was made clear all too quickly, I hadn't even reached my destination before being confronted by the reality:
Clearly prostitution and kerb-crawling is a serious problem here, Stapleton road and Fishponds has become Bristol's illegal red-light district I rang the bell and got off with a Bristolian "cheers drive", I was on the corner of Eastville park at the bottom end of fishponds road, this was not where I'd been briefed to get off but I had found what I was looking for. Sure enough, I look over the road to see a young girl shivering by the roadside in thigh-high boots. She was clearly not waiting for a lift home. I headed further up the street away from the girl, if I wanted to find out about how it affected people I figured best not to ask within earshot of those involved. I started knocking on doors like I had originally planned, I had not expected to be armed with a subject so soon, I had a vague list of questions scribbled in my notebook but they had already been made obsolete within a few minutes of being in the location. Not surprisingly not everyone on the street wanted to talk to me but when I told them why I was there some where more than keen to inform me about what it is like to live with the sex-trade on the doorstep.
Clearly prostitution and kerb-crawling is a serious problem here, Stapleton road and Fishponds has become Bristol's illegal red-light district I rang the bell and got off with a Bristolian "cheers drive", I was on the corner of Eastville park at the bottom end of fishponds road, this was not where I'd been briefed to get off but I had found what I was looking for. Sure enough, I look over the road to see a young girl shivering by the roadside in thigh-high boots. She was clearly not waiting for a lift home. I headed further up the street away from the girl, if I wanted to find out about how it affected people I figured best not to ask within earshot of those involved. I started knocking on doors like I had originally planned, I had not expected to be armed with a subject so soon, I had a vague list of questions scribbled in my notebook but they had already been made obsolete within a few minutes of being in the location. Not surprisingly not everyone on the street wanted to talk to me but when I told them why I was there some where more than keen to inform me about what it is like to live with the sex-trade on the doorstep.
The sense I got from the residents of Fishponds road is that its not a bad place to live, in fact its an attractive area. They all loved overlooking a beautiful park and most notably its many public houses, yet prostitution is making them feel unsafe in their own homes and on the streets. I decided that this impression would set the tone for my poster. Not just focusing on the negative and seeming like a patronizing outsider. The poster had to fold down so that it could be posted through letterboxes and is designed to fold into 4 strips, it begins with "Eastville park is a beautiful green space close to the city centre", its purpose is not to shock but to inform.
the never-ending cycle
"One more no more", "stay awake forever", "hardcore till i die": mottos to live your life by for a generation of wide-eyed club kids and old-skool ravers. It's a never-ending cycle and for some impossible to break. You become a machine with no other goal or purpose but the endless pursuit of pleasure... Keep your heart pumping robots!
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