Trash the Dress in Johannesburg Part III
The third and final part of my Trash the Dress with Louise! We started doing some trespassing here too, but to get into the first place the security guards made me phone the owner and ask his permission. They caught us slipping through the fence. Heheh.
Then we tried to get into the old Gasworks in Brixton. There we got stopped by a strange old man who gave us a huge lecture on how it was forbidden to go in there, but he was still going to let us, but if we fell through to the centre of the earth or stood on toxic waste that ate through our shoes it would be our faults. Um. We just stood outside in the end. We didn’t even find any of the blackjacks he warned us about; in fact, he seemed more concerned about the blackjacks than the toxic waste and alleged holes to the centre of the earth!
Trying a little vintage processing here:
Then we saw this funky old Morris Minor (so my friend Debi informed me), so we did some more lying on the ground action shots:
I know this one seems odd, but I really like the way I’ve placed it!