Monthly Archives: April 2018

Northern Capitals 7 : Wonderful Copenhagen

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18DA10We are on to page 7 of the 1925 photo album of a tour of the “Northern Capitals” and we are in the heart of one of those capitals – Copenhagen. The view of a city street looks like any other street in a major European city in 1925 – cars are beginning to take over the streets. The main square is instantly recognisable – I was in Copenhagen myself a couple of years ago and I explored the same square.

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Ten From The Pub 9 : Saloon Bar Friars

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Saloon Bar Sign, Black Friar, London

 

The Black Friar in Queen Victoria Street, London is one of my favourite pubs. Back in days long gone by, I used to take groups of overseas visitors there as part of a tour of old London pubs. It is not only a fine pub, it is a work of art – tiled throughout in the style of the arts and crafts movement. Outside, there are delightful signs pointing you to the various bars. If you ever find yourself in London, visit it – you will not be disappointed.

The King, The Prince And The Prestwich Photographer

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I would guess that this little Carte de Visite from the studio of W H Martin of Prestwich, Lancashire is Edwardian rather than Victorian. I know nothing about the subject of the photograph other than he seems a bright young fellow with a rather distinctive horseshoe pattern necktie. I don’t know much more about W H Martin, other than I suspect it was William H Martin who was born in Prestwich in 1878. In a description of nineteenth and twentieth century Prestwich published by Bury Metropolitan Council, Martin’s photographic studios are described as follows:
“The studio on the corner of Hacking Street and advertised as “Artist and Military Photographer … under the distinguished Royal Patronage of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales”
The part about royal patronage sounds very grand, but every small town photographer in the land was claiming similar associations around the turn of the century. With the best will in the world, I cannot see the King and the Prince of Wales getting a tram up to Prestwich in order to have their likeness captured by Willie Martin.