Basically my inspiration behind this look was the history of Britain, trying to fuse the fun-loving fifties/sixties with the toil and trouble from the horrific World Wars. So from the late fifties and early sixties I took the whole preppy/varsity theme and also the rockers theme which I feel was shown wthe studded army boots and purple polo shirt. The shirt and cricket jumper I felt were a good representation of the deprivation side to my initial idea, which draws upon the idea of a child froma wealthy family being torn away and sent to the opposite side of the country, showing it wasn't just the wealthy being evacuated.
The setting was an abandoned pub called The railway in Lymn
Thanks To Sally for the photography to and The Railways Pub in Lymm for use of their premises
Here is a story I created giving the image a much deeper meaning behind it.
1943, London, the second world war is in full flow and all across the major cities, children are being evacuated in an attempt to preserve the future generation of Britain. They are being shipped across the country to the countryside, supposedly out of harms way. This was happening to thousands of children, but this story follows the journey of one in particular. Daniel, the son of a poor family was taken from them at just 12, herded on to a train, gas mask round neck and suitcase in one hand. The suitcase having been his fathers before he had been shipped away to fight and shortly after, killed. The train journey wasn't particularly memorable, apart from the faint smell of sweat and soot from the other children and the great coal powered train. Upon reaching the station, along with the other children he was escorted into a church hall. There they waited, as one-by-one children were collected by generous members of the community, offering them a home for as long as they needed. Daniel was amongst one of the last as many of the related children were taken by single ladies living alone while their husbands fought for the countries freedom, As time went by Daniel started to think he would be left behind, the only boy with no home to go to. The minutes ticked by, just as he thought time had run out for him an old lady wearing a white lace headscarf, white floral emobbsed blouse and high slung trousers strutted in, the light flooding in behind her, giving her an angellic aura. He jumped up from the pew he had been waiting on for the past 4 hours and ran towards his angel. She did not speak, nor give her name, only signed a sheet and beckoned him outside. As passed through the large heavy doors of the church hall, parked aside it was a beautiful red convertible car. It is only at this point the lady utters her first words and introduces herself, going by the name of Lucy. The drive is pleasant, the wind running through her long, blonde hair, Daniel asleep in the passenger seat, his overgrown, scruffy hair dancing in the wind. They draw up to two large iron gates. A gentleman comes out of a small hut and opens the gates upon the cars arrival.
The lady Escorted Daniel to his room and inspects the contents of his suitcase in horror, assuming the clothes he had been wearing had just been damaged on the train. She was absolutely shocked to think he had been wearing them as his good clothes and decided they simply would not do. Momentarily she disappeared then re-appeared with an armful of clothes. Tentatively he picked up the different garments as the lady insisted certain items being combined. He was slightly embarassed to begin with, never having had such luxurious clothes as those he was wearing.
The weeks passed by, more and more clothes seemed to appear in his wardrobe as the lady spoilt her like the son she had lost some months before Daniel's arrival. During the day he worked for her doing general tasks around the house and at night they played poker, Lucy having taught him the basic playing rules on his first day with her, now becoming very good. The time flew by until a letter arrived. It was from his mother, saying it was safe to return home. This saddened Lucy having got used to his company and presence around the house, a feeling she had missed since her husband had gone to war and her son had died. Daniel was almost her way of replacing the loss of her son. He went upstairs and got ready to change back in to his clothes from home as Lucy entered and insisted that he keep them, stating they were no use to her anymore. The ride to the station was a quite one, a feeling of sadness filling the car. The drive seemed far shorter than the first time they had done it, almost tooo short. Tears welled in Lucy's eyes as he boarded the train, waving to ihim as it pulled away from the station with great plumes of smoke. The train slowed as they neared the station, the changes in the city he had left were enormous. Buildings whoch once stood tall were now crumbling mounds of smoking rubble. As he rounded the corner from the station he dropped his suitcase in horror. Where his terraced house used to stand, lay rubble, all around him were flattened buildings. Looks like his mum had got it wrong and the had been another raid. The only sign of civilisation in sight was a sofa, in pristine condition, a union jack draped over it as a sign of respect for the fallen around it. This became his bed until the next train arrived and he returned to Lucy, explaining what had happened.