Closed pubs and off-duty nightclubs, like shuttered markets and empty theatres, have an uncanny, backstage feeling. At 11am on Saturday morning, the interior of the Smithfield Tavern was lit only by a few insistent fingers of bright sunshine poking through from the hot morning.
By 12, there was drawing in corners.
By 12.30 on a saturday, Smithfield meat market is done for the day. And if wandering about its cool, scrubbed Victorian spaces in the silent hum feels a bit like exploring at the end of the world, then climbing the stairs in the 60's concrete Poultry market and finding the soaring beauty of the impossible roof, is like stepping into the future.
Thank you to everyone who took part in, or otherwise supported, Drawing in Space / Smithfield / Sept 2012