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John Claridge’s Other World

July 17, 2022
by the gentle author

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“Sometimes, I speak with my mates and they say, ‘We’ve come from another world,'” John Claridge admitted to me in astonishment, recalling his origins in the post-war East End and introducing this set of pictures. To create the series, John has been revisiting his old negatives, printing photographs that he took decades ago and surprising himself by the renewed acquaintance with lost visions of that other world, unseen since the moment the shutter fell. Yet even in his youth, John was drawn to the otherness that existed in his familiar landscape, transformed through his lens into a strange environment of dark brooding beauty – inflected by his passion for surrealism, the writing of Franz Kafka and film noir.

“It’s difficult for me to explain why I am attracted to things.” John confessed, “I was off doing other work, producing commercial photography and making films, but I never stopped taking pictures of the East End. Some of these images have never been printed before, and it’s strange when I see the prints now because I have a good memory of taking them, even though I had forgotten how much I had done.”

Always alert to the dramatic potential of the cityscape, John recognised that the magnificence of a gasometer could be best appreciated when photographed by moonlight – in John’s mind’s eye, every location proposed a scenario of imaginative possibility. The images you see here are those that burned themselves onto his consciousness, stills from his photographic dreaming, and when we look at them we can share his reverie and construct our own fictions. His titles read like the titles of grand narratives, firing the poetic imagination to enter another, dystopian, world where industrial buildings become prisons and monumental landscapes are ravaged by unexplained dereliction.

John knew the East End when it was still scarred from the bombing of World War II and then he witnessed the slum clearances, the closure of the docks, the end of manufacturing and the tide of redevelopment that overtook it all. His soulful urban landscapes record decisive moments within decades of epic transformation that altered the appearance of the territory forever. “Some things needed changing, though not all the demolition that happened was necessary,” John informed me. Then, regretful of the loss of that other world yet mindful of the resilience of the psyche, he continued his thought, adding – “but people have a spirit and you can’t break that.”

IT TOLLS FOR THEE, Whitechapel Bell Foundry 1982.




GRAVEYARD, E16 1975.

WATCHTOWER, Spitalfields 1982. “If you look at from where I was standing, you might expect to see someone trying to escape and a guard firing a machine gun from the watchtower.”

THE HOOK, Whitechapel Bell Foundry 1982.

UNLOADED, E16 1962.

DETOUR, E16 1964.

LABYRINTH, E16 1982.

NO ENTRANCE, E13 1962.


THE WINDOW, E16 1982.

DARK CORNER, E16 1987.

BLIND SPOT, E16 1987.


PIER D, E16 1982.

THE CASTLE, E16 1987 – “It has a mocking face!”

THE LONG WALK, E16 1982.

Photographs copyright © John Claridge

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6 Responses leave one →
  1. Greg T permalink
    July 17, 2022

    “Whitechapel Bell Foundry”
    Is there nothing that can be done, now, except to hope that the “boutique hotel” collapses financially?

  2. Mark permalink
    July 17, 2022

    What a selection.
    They all have so much going on in them.
    INTO THE NIGHT is so good it brings a tear to my eye, but then again I always had a thing about Gas Holders. Just Wow.

  3. July 17, 2022


    Love & Peace

  4. Linda Granfield permalink
    July 17, 2022

    My grandmother grew up near a gasometer. Canon Rd/Bromley, long ago.
    I’ve always wondered what gasometer sounds were part of her daily life.
    Were there clanking sounds or did it quietly inflate?

  5. Anthony Finerty permalink
    July 17, 2022

    WATCHTOWER looks like the border between East and West Berlin!

  6. Sigrid permalink
    July 17, 2022

    A friend and I always called the watchtower “Baba Yaga”, from Pictures of An Exhibition , me knowing it from Emerson , Lake and Palmer, he from Mussorgsky. 🙂

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