Started on 7th January 2010 [00.46]

This is a scrap book dedicated to the study of London's weeds and the wild places where they grow.

What is a Wildcorner?

A Wildcorner is a term referring to a gap that has been left to grow wild in the city. The term encompasses every wild piece of land no matter the size, from large disused sports grounds to small patches of commercial wasteland, to a crack in the pavement. As long as this gap in the man made landscape harbours some kind of weed, then it is considered a Wildcorner.

Wildcorners and Wildcorridors* are dotted all over the capitol and vary in content, depending on their location and history. One thing most have in common is that they are normally restricted in someway from public access or boarded off and hidden from public view altogether. In this blog we focus particularly on the Wildcorners of south east London.

* Wildcorridor; a word used to describe a channel or pathway made inside the metropolis that also facilities the propagation and growth of weeds. This includes railway sidings, wild rivers and canals.

Urban and Suburban Weeds

By the term 'weeds' we are of course referring to the cities wild plants and flowers. But their are also two other weeds that grow in the city.

'Graff' like its botanical relation, has many families and strains. Both of these weeds can often be found together, sharing many qualities including their adaptive nature and unregulated status. Both in many cases, originally entered and populated the city using the railway network.

London's third 'weed' is invisible and uses the tops of tower blocks to propagate. Pirate radio like its weed relatives, grows away from the public eye and is constantly adapting to exploit these same gaps across the cities FM radio spectrum, fighting and flourishing in-between the commercial stations.

This scrapbook also encompasses the languages, cultures, legends and folk tales that grow in and from the wild places of London.

Friday, 20 April 2018

A Portrait of Mr Pink [The Pink House, Lewisham]

Some of you may have seen this already but had to document it here for the archive. If you haven't, this is the beautiful short 'A Portrait of Mr Pink' by Helena Appio. Like the house itself, The film had a mythical status to me, as I had been trying to see it for years. For Lewisham residents The Pink house has been a local landmark for decades and a source of wonder and childhood myths.
The film is beautifully shot and uses the Mr Pink's own crackly recordings for a perfect natural soundtrack.
Mr Brenton Samuel Pink sadly passed away last year. Its so good that the film was made and gives us a glimpse into Mr Pink's world. For me, it has only added to the legend of the Pink House and its eccentric creative inhabitent.
The house is still there at present, standing in darkness at the top of Lonepit Vale.

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