Photographer and filmmaker David Jazay tweetz:
TJ Downing’s shop on Benburb Street, 1992, #Dublin from my 10 year series #DublinBeforetheTiger Reflect for a moment on what we have lost.
Vintage Photographs of Dublin’s Inner City (Slate magazine, January 2016)
Previously: David Jazay on Broadsheet
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What have we lost? That street was a haven for drug addled prostitutes
Awful shell suits….. is that what we have lost?
I won’t lie. I fupping love that suit she has on. So ugly, it’s decadent.
If you’re looking for rundown buildings, they’re not all lost, there’s still plenty around.
If it’s terrible customer service from curmudgeonly shopkeepers with a limited selection, that may be harder to find. Though I’m sure they’re still out there too.
There used to be a little shop like that at the junction of Russell Ave and Jones Road when we were kids in Ballybough.
Whenever we’d go in, they’d they’d make a big play of shouting in to (presumably non existent) sons in the back room
“Be in to you in a minute with your dinner lads!”
Then they’d turn to us
“oh they’d eat you out of house and home those lads, the size of them”…..
Even as kids we knew there were no sons but we played along with it.
I’m getting very nostalgic in my old age…. :)
sounds like little Bertie was a known shoplifter
but why?
I think because they were little old ladies and we were snot nosed urchins
Used that same tactic when zipping up my tent in a campsite; ‘See ya later Grossburger!’
That tracksuit is amazing. And I’m not being a smart-alec. In that context, on that lady. Amazing.
They made a sh-sh-sh noise when walking – which meant anyone blessed with a tracksuit-wearing ma knew when she was on the warpath.
……….. thinks better of it……
It’s alright Bert, I changed the wording so you could clean out your mind…!
You rogue!
,,,” what we have lost…”
Thank God.
Hands that:
Scratched intimately
Peeled of the rashers
Counted out the gobstoppers
Handled copious change
Picked nose
and all without being troubled by contact with soap or water from morn till night.
(And yet here we are)
we’d a wee shop like that at the end of the road, the auld wan died, they knocked it down and a sea of rats like something in a horror movie ran down the street
Reeny!, does he want a bag?, dont know!…do you want a bag love?, he wants a bag Reeny, give him a bag!
What have we lost? A smorgasbord of tinned foods by the looks of it.