This is a collection of photographs taken in Blackpool between 1997-2000, when I was studying photography at Blackpool & the Fylde College on Palatine Road.

These pictures are  Blackpool before the smoking ban in pubs  and the era of cheap supermarket booze  - both of which had a remarkable effect on the culture and architecture of the town, probably changing it more in ten years than it had in the last hundred.  

These were also the days before digital and shooting a fifty frames of the same thing, before staring into the back of camera whilst the action passed you by. The cost of film generally meant I shot two or three frames before moving on.

Towards the end of my time in Blackpool the night-time culture of the  town seemed to change. Less boozy and more druggy, with all the associated problems that come with that. The town seemed to go from raucously cheerful to dark and dangerous  - or maybe that was just my imagination.

After I graduated I gathered up all my work and packed it away where it has languished largely untouched for the best part of 15 years. 

Practically everything here was shot on 35mm Fuji Velvia 50 iso transparency film and it seems to have survived remarkably well - a cardboard print box in a drawer being the ideal archive conditions apparently. I wonder if the same could be said of digital in the future?      

Some of the places and people seen here are no longer with us. A lot of the art-deco buildings which grew up in Blackpool's heyday have been replaced by the unimaginative supermarketicture which has come to dominate the landscape of the UK.  

Not all the photos here are great, but banality plus time can sometimes equate to significance, so that's my excuse in adding another pile of pixels to the great dustbin of history which is the Internet.

Thanks for viewing!

Saturday Morning, Bank Hey St, 1998

This is probably my all-time favourite picture. It seems to sum up Blackpool  well - humanity colliding as it does all together on the pavements.

The man with the placard was a regular in the town centre during the Summer and you can just see his colleagues behind him.

The young girls are part of a dance troupe. If you look carefully you can see one of them is whistling and he's telling them to keep it down!

Woolworths and Shoemarket are long gone, but I think Mecca remains

In my final year, 2000  I entered the best of my Blackpool work, including this one into the Ian Parry Scholarship - a prestigious competition  in memory of a photographer killed whilst on assignment.

I didn't win, but got an honourable mention. This entitled me to a portfolio review with the picture editor of a magazine internationally known for it's photojournalism and to attend a dinner with the actual winners along with some luminaries of the noble trade of speaking truth to power.

Incredibly excited at what was definitely going to be my big break into the world of international photojournalism   I went down to see said editor who took a look at my pictures before dismissing them as either 'lucky grabs' or 'student stuff'.

He then went on to show me what is apparently proper photojournalism, which  consisted mainly of  pictures of African people  engaged in knocking lumps out of their fellow citizens, cutting off their limbs or dying of AIDS.

Duly chastened and somewhat disillusioned I went to a pub and consoled myself in the traditional manner.

A couple of hours later  and suitably refreshed I turned up at the appointed time to the Lillian Bayliss theatre in East London to attend the awards ceremony.

I was shown to my seat and a glass of champagne was thrust into my hand by a distinguished looking chap in who sat down next to me.

I looked at him and did a double take. I was sitting next to my hero the legendary photojournalist Don McCullin!

As the awards were handed out  McCullin provided a secondary commentary and was refreshingly frank about some of Fleet Streets finest photographers. One in particular he described as 'the biggest c*nt I ever met' and another  famous ennobled royal photographer as an 'total arselicker'.

Afterward I was invited to dine at  a Michelin starred private eaterie with the winners.

I'd like to say it was a fabulous occasion, but sadly, due to nerves, and  the amount of free Guinness and champagne I imbibed much of the evening is lost to me.

However, I do recollect a rather voluable argument with someone (possibly Times photographer Pete Downing) about my entitlement to have salmon for both a starter and a main course.

Shortly afterwards I was invited to leave.

After being skimmed by a minicab driver who threatened to remove one of my kidneys unless I paid an extortionate fare  I found my way back to my B&B where I spent much of the following day vomiting up some of the finest cuisine available to humanity into a  toilet.
  

Obviously I survived all that, but I learnt one thing: Never, ever enter photo competitions. 

Self Inflicted Tattoos, 2000

Bonny Street Market, 1999

Chip Shop, Palantine Road, 2000

Fish, chips & mushy peas - £2.00!

This was at the top of Palantine Rd, just off Whitegates Drive. It's now a Domino's Pizza it seems according to Streetmap below.

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And here's another, although I'm not sure where, probably Central Drive.

Tram Tracks 1998

Dubious T-Shirts, 2000

Concrete Sunset, 1998

Can't remember where this was - might be somewhere on the Prom?

Blacks, Edward St, July 4th 2000

This is Blacks, a independent shop that sold fabrics. They used to take great care with there window displays, changing it regularly to reflect events, seasons etc. This was on Independence Day 2000.

An Accident Waiting to Happen, 2000

The Twin Towers, 1997

Stag Party, 1998

I'm still not convinced these guys were actually buddhists......

Prom People, August Bank Holiday 1999

An example, if it were needed of the diversity to be found on the pavements of the Prom.

Princess Court, Middle Street, 1997

The 1960s maisonettes and gas container skeleton have been demolished and replaced with new bungalows as seen below by Google Streetview.

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North Pier Poster Poster, 1997

A bill poster for acts appearing on the North Pier in 1997.

Top of the bill that year was Irish Comic Frank Carson (1926-2012), who I believe owned the pier at some point.


Second on were  ' the original boy band' and 1960s favourites the Bachelors - or to be more accurate John Stokes' Bachelors as they were then called after some apparently acrimonious court action which  is  detailed on a website  that goes into some unpleasant detail about their legal issues through the years.

Third on the bill were the Roly Polys - a troupe of large women who performed various dance routines.  Apparently hilarious at the time they look quite svelte by today's standards.

North Pier 1998, Summer and Winter.

Cafe Windows, 2000

The Tache & Barny's, 1999

This was taken from the top of the bus station car park looking down at 12 Cookson Street.

I was never sure where Barny's stopped or the Tache began, but the latter was a nice little club that played Indy and rock music. I went along  fairly regularly on Friday with some student friends. Cheap beer I seem to recall.

The clubs got demolished a few years ago and when Google Streetview captured it, all that remained was rubble.

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Jimmy the Tattooist, Chapel Street, 1997

This is Jimmy the Tattooists shop on the upper floor of 13 Chapel Street.

Jimmy Gould was a world famous inker  who started in business with another legend Terry Wrigley in the  1960s.

From what I can gather they were itinerant tattooists moving around the coastal resorts of the UK until they opened a parlour in the Trongate area of Glasgow around 1965.

After about a year Jimmy moved to Blackpool and quickly established a solid reputation as an artist with the needle. Below you can see some images which  were displayed on the shutters of the shop beneath.

Over the years his reputation spread across the UK and the world, eventually having his designs collected by the Tattoo Museum as exhibits of fine works of the craft. See how different they are from today's often generic works.

Reported to be something of a man of mystery he travelled a lot in the closed season although apparently he never liked to be too specific as to the actual locations.

At some point  he ran a parlour in Brazil and became well known in Bangkok, attracting crowds when he would visit the local tattooists.

In 1989 the BBC made a program about the Wakes Weeks in Blackpool - the traditional two week break when the factories closed down. You can see it below. Scroll forward to the 7min 7 second mark and you can glimpse Jimmy working. Note also the sign stating 'We do not tattoo lads hands, necks or bums'!.

Sadly, Jimmy died in 2004, but there was a lovely obituary in the Blackpool  Gazette in which he was described as 'inspirational' and a 'guru'.

Jimmy's parlour went shortly after as well and now appears to be a flat above a cafe. 

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His legacy lives on today however, with his snake design setting the standard for contemporary tattoo illustrations.

The Sun Bathers, 1998

Mobile Phones, 1997

Difficult to believe that once it once something of a novelty to see a mobile phone in Blackpool. In 1997 they still had antennas, and I believe  the newest models that year had a vibrating ringtone!  The iPhone was ten years away and people still looked ahead of themselves when walking instead of down at the screen. 

Winter on the Prom,1999

Difficult to appreciate it unless you have experienced it, but despite the sun the wind whips along the prom in the winter, freezing any exposed skin and turning your bones to ice.

Inflatable Life Partners.....1997

Again I am at a loss to remember where exactly this was. I do remember it seemed to be one of the first years that these novelty dolls came to Blackpool - and it was not without comment in the press. See here.

Look to the left of of the picture and you will see a common sight in Blackpool - the red front step. Why the residents do it I never found out, but they're all over town.

A few years back I painted my back-step red. I'm not sure why.  Maybe it was a distant memory returning?