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Tricorn Centre

[pictures from September 2004]

Silouette against stormy sky - the steel wire from the broken reinforced concentrate hanging from the Tricorn like intestines.

The section on the left has now been almost completely destroyed, and slowly the machines are working towards the section in the right of this picture.

The direct front on view of the left section from the photo above. Sections of the building hang broken, suspended, dangling on metal wire.

I have been taking these photos since May, and in that time so much of this fabulous building has been destroyed. And now the destruction seems to be going so much faster... Rather than taking photos every few weeks I feel like I should be taking them weekly, because more and more is disappearing and slipping away, sometimes before my very eyes.

 

It is kind of weird. I always saw the Tricorn as a symbol of the city - a landmark I would take people to if they'd never visited Portsmouth before, because it was such an atmospheric place. Big grey blocks - somehow very British, as British as the Amusement Arcades and the Piers along the seafront. As British as fish and chips, and Yorkshire Pudding.
While I took these pictures the jaws started work on pulling down the part of the Tricorn on the right side of the very first photo on this page. The very top of dome section is in the machine's mouth in this photo. The metal diggers and jaws looking for all intents and purposes like monsters, feasting on and pulling apart the flesh of another animal, the hard won fragment of meat displayed to all, gripped between sharp metal teeth.
  

 

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