The Prodigal Air: On Victorian Photography

From July to October of this year, Bruce Castle Museum — a Tudor fortress rearing incongruously out of the rapidly gentrifying borough of Tottenham — became briefly haunted. The spirits that stalked these ancient walls were not malignant, or even particularly frightening. They were not made of ectoplasm or conjured from witches brews, but fashioned out of albumen and salt paper. They did not move Ouija boards, clank chains or go woo in the night. These ghosts were photographs, the collected works of one George Shadbolt whose salvages, for one summer, were housed in a creaking little room just a stone’s away from the Tottenham Hotspur stadium (a 62,000 capacity megalith featuring the world’s first retractable pitch and two LED screens wider than the wingspan of Boeings). How the past appears to us in peculiar places. <a href="https://medium.com/@EubulusKane/the-prodigal-air-on-victorian-photography-288ce44d719f">Click Here</a>