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Art School



Dimensions: w: 29cm, h: 41.2cm
Photographs (31): 2011–2012
Book: 2021


In 2011 the art and design college where I was working packed up and moved to a new location. It left behind the specially designed building it had occupied for just over a century. The structure was solid as a mountain, though the parquet floors creeked underfoot, accumulated layers of dust and always seemed in need of a polish.

The light on the building’s lower floors was invariably occluded. There was a sense of long time that had accrued in its shadows. Even those rooms with windows that looked onto the central light well or the streets outside were dim because of the layers of dust and dirt. Climb up the beautiful spiral staircase that led off the entrance hall and the light, even the air, seemed brighter and a little thinner by the time you reached the top floor.

Art School was originally going to be called Labyrinth because the building really felt as though one might turn a corner and find oneself unable to find a way back. Wholly absent in these images, of course, are the teachers and students, the people who animated these spaces, left these marks, worked so hard to think about, design and make so many things for wider benefit over ten decades. Some of the affectionate gestures left on the walls provoked the ire of the then head of college, this was after all a historic property for sale on the open market.

I’d worked in the building for three years by the time of the move. I would haunt the corridors in my lunch break and at day’s end. My admin job provided me with no privileged access, but I would try doors hoping they’d be unlocked or dash in as a cleaner departed. I was thrilled when I discovered a new space, whether that was the eery undercroft, the narrow areas behind the stage in the college’s theatre or the roof with its views over London. I know I didn’t see every space, but still feel pleased at what I was able to find.

There is a sense of melancholy and hope in these photographs. There’s also a question: is this the death of the art school? Are the tenets of the last four decades moribund in the ever-tightening grip of capitalism or should they be upheld, seemingly against the odds? Was the institution’s move an act of creative destruction and rebirth or the equivalent of Silicon Valley’s cliché of disruption. The relocation was certainly prompted by the lack of government funding and the financial untenability of undertaking essential repairs and refurbishment. The college’s new location was at the heart of a new pseudo-public development and served as a ‘cool attractor’ to other potential tenants.

At the time of writing, the old building has lain empty for a decade, serving only as a backdrop to film and television dramas, such are the deep pockets of its corporate owner. Recently, though, came the headline: “ORMS bags planning for £242m hotel complex in Bloomsbury”.


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