Viva Brighton Issue #63 May 2018
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
A colleague recently returned from a press trip to<br />
Hamburg, where his tour guide left a trail of small<br />
creatures made with Hama beads. “Street art,” he<br />
informed my colleague, placing various pocketsized<br />
rabbits, cats and birds in public places. My<br />
colleague was dubious but I rather liked the idea.<br />
I once saw a comedian advocating a whole new<br />
pointless way of living: “see if you can get oranges<br />
to rhyme with sausages,” he cajoled, rousing the<br />
audience by asking them to chant lines ending<br />
with both words and the encouraging “If you try<br />
hard enough, you might find sausages and oranges<br />
do rhyme.”<br />
They never did. But we had fun trying.<br />
The same comic said he often left eggs in people’s<br />
gardens, as talking points.<br />
“Imagine Florence and Alfred at number 73<br />
haven’t actually spoken to each other for years.<br />
Then, Flo draws the curtains one morning and<br />
tells Fred to get out of bed and look at this.”<br />
He mimed Fred going to his wife, who he no<br />
longer had anything left to say to.<br />
“What is it?”<br />
“An egg!”<br />
Suddenly they are chatting away over breakfast.<br />
“How did it get there? Who left it? Why? Is it<br />
art?”<br />
A few months ago I woke to see a woman planting<br />
a series of small crosses at apparently random<br />
intervals across the grass in the local park.<br />
I toyed with the idea that it was some sort of<br />
memorial, the fallen of Blaker’s Park during the<br />
war perhaps? Or the #MeToo women of the North<br />
Village? Or perhaps an art installation?<br />
Turned out she was highlighting the amount of<br />
dog’s mess in the park. But still, it did look pretty.<br />
And now there’s a new installation that’s being<br />
talked about almost as much as if it were a Banksy:<br />
a pair of maroon corduroy flares, abandoned on<br />
the footbridge crossing the railway line.<br />
Suddenly all the neighbors are chatting about<br />
them.<br />
“Have you seen the trousers on the railway<br />
bridge?”<br />
“What size are they?”<br />
“Best place for them.”<br />
“If there was a burgundy tank top with them, then<br />
they’re mine.”<br />
“Marooned!” Boom boom.<br />
And then mysteriously, the trousers moved from<br />
the south to the north side of the bridge where<br />
they were arranged, rather than dumped: slung<br />
over the railings in a suggestive way, if maroon<br />
corduroy flares can ever really be considered<br />
suggestive.<br />
“Perhaps they’re part of the festival?” suggested<br />
someone standing at the foot of the bridge where<br />
there’s a little stenciled cat – like an actual Banksy.<br />
“More likely the owner was stripped and arrested<br />
by the fashion police.” This, from one of the ubercool<br />
teens in the street.<br />
I told her that I used to have a very similar pair<br />
myself in the 70s.<br />
She replied, coolly: “A lot of things happened in<br />
the 70s that society no longer condones.”<br />
This seems like a good title, for a street art exhibit.<br />
Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)<br />
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