Now don’t get me wrong I have a great deal of respect for the writing skill of John Morrison, the partner to Harold Burdekin in their brilliant book London Night.
However, how can a person write such gracious words such as,
“Night, M. Paul Morand has remarked with Gallic shrewdness, is not the negative of day. It is commonly so regarded, an antithesis today, a direct and complete reversal of the ordered process preceding it: a darkness where there was light, a void where there was wholeness, a silence where there was sound, an hiatus, an interruption, a denial. How little true ! As reasonably, as truthfully argue that woman is the contradiction of man.”
and then go on to title a photograph “A City Street”,
giving now clue as to its location, a blandness with its title, even mediocrity. Perhaps Morrison did not label the photographs perhaps he left that to Burdekin. One can’t be certain. But one can deduce that Morrisons style was all over many of the titles, such as “Cathedral of Commerce” and therefore responsible for the title in question.
So why would I rail against such a title, because it is a true title as it is a photo of a city street. Did Morrison along with Burdekin surmise that one day an antipodean photographer would buy the book in a small country town 80 years later and decide that it would be fun to replicate in 2018. Was this Morrison laughing from the grave? I will never know. What I do know was that I have never been able to locate where in London this city street resided.
Several months of pouring over the maps, google earth, asking the British Historian Society, A blogger that claimed knowledge of all London Pubs and the London Museum produced no results. So if anyone reading this blog does know please let me know.
In the end I found a poor substitute whilst roaming London: