I’ve been sloppy at sharing my shop front finds. Meanwhile, the dedicated file on my cloud is getting chubbier by the day.
I like my shop fronts local. Proper local. The ones with that ‘I’ve seen it all’ look in their windows. The ones that have seen a generation turn in to another.
They are the everyday familiars for us in Britain. From corner shop convenience to corner niche specialist. They’ve been serving the community before we rolled in….
These are the understated. The corner shops, chip shops, grocers, tinkers, launderettes. Nourishing, filling and dealing with the dirty washing of a generation. Behind each of these doors is a familiar face, a family story and a connection that cannot be found within the sterile aisles of the ‘big chains’.
These are the places that the mass marketing giants might like us to forget and in turn see us relent to their ample shelve laden with the stuff that they dictate we should have. Fooling us into believing that we are spoiled for choice. Blinding us with convenience and special offers while they dissolve our High Streets into a bland branded, copied from a template and pasted to our streets.
Catch up with my previous shop fronts here.