NO BALL GAMES

The front of one’s house is
the occupant’s public face. Furthermore, the front window acts as a conduit between public and private space – where those within show (intentionally or unintentionally) who they are to the world outside, and in exchange, the outsider is treated to a glimpse of the world within.

On a street such as mine,
lined with essentially identical Victorian rail workers’ cottages, the scope for individuality seems limited. I’ve found this just makes the peculiarities all
the more fascinating.

These are the windows of Kilravock Street, London.

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