Showing posts with label launderette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label launderette. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

you make me want to drink bleach

The launderette. The site for all your domestic painful pain. And time machines. And sex. And grandparents. And clothes washing up gloves popcorn candlyfloss flirtation. I hope you enjoy these as much as me.



Saturday, 19 November 2011

Blue for you

Stunning colourways in Forest Hill. Mint humbugs, the spines of Penguin books, packets of Camel cigarettes. Another shy male launderette owner who asked not to appear in any images.







Saturday, 12 November 2011

Conflict zone

This weekend's report comes to you from The Laundry Room on Hoxton Street where we caught the local washing-machine repair man at work (he declined to stop for a photograph). Points of interest include the sign on the wall offering £100 as a reward for any information that could help lead to the arrest of a gang who frequent the launderette and occasionally force its closure.













Impressive driers.