#smithfield market

[federer7]

Butcher at Smithfield Market, London, 1970s

Photo: Dorothy Bohm

#Dorothy Bohm #butcher #Smithfield Market #london #1970s #smithfield

[haxanbroker]

Smithfield Market, London, July 2015

#black and white photography #city photography #london #london markets #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #photography #smithfield market #sunday morning #urban photography

[actaecon]

Smithfield Market in the 80s. London

#matt mawson #london #smithfield market

[streetsofdublin]

SMITHFIELD PLAZA

Smithfield is an area on the Northside of Dublin. Its focal point is a public square, formerly an open market and common, now officially called Smithfield Plaza, but known locally as Smithfield Square or Smithfield Market.

LATE EVENING SATURDAY 18 FEBRUARY 2023 Yesterday I visited the Clock Bar on Thomas Street as it was the end of an era as it would not be opening again on Monday as the building had been sold for redevelopment. On my way hope I passed through Smithfield Square which I do not normally visit at night and as it was dark my iPhone camera did not work well as many of the images had excessive motion…

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#Apple #Farmers Market #Fotonique #Infomatique #Iphone #Ireland #Northside #redeveloped #smithfield market #Smithfield Plaza #smithfield square #Street Photography #William Murphy

[storagespyturtle]

#london #england #sewer #michael #sasha #alex #church #sushi #door #2010 #sculpture #smithfield market #smithfield

[streetart-nightly]

HARTS OF SMITHFIELD

AUCTION SATURDAY 23rd DEC 10:30am THE ONE AND ONLY - BE HERE Smithfield Market, London, 2017

#harts of smithfield #smithfield market #london #central london #auction #market auction

[metrocentric]

Smithfield, EC1

#london #meat #smithfield #chimney #market #night

[poe-hall]

Historic Market, Smithfield Open 2am~10am #historiccity #London #smithfield #Market #city life #britishhistory (at Smithfield Market) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChzcMt3KK46/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#historiccity #london #smithfield #market #city #britishhistory

[twola]

Could we perhaps get #40 “Show them that your mine.”? I’m so obsessed with your writing and characterization 😭

Smithfield's is crowded tonight. Of course it is, it was market day in this cowtown, bringing in men ready to spend their hard earned cash on liquor and women.

At least, that's what you told Arthur as you were trying to convince him to take you to Valentine for the night - you were sure you could bring back some money easy for the gang.

Considering the drunken men surrounding you now trying to ply your favor with words and whiskey, it was certainly going to be easy. Soft, flirtatious words, a hand placed on a chest, against the breast pocket to swipe and into yours. Easy. The night was certainly going well.

"So where you from, sweetheart? Most the women 'round here don't look better than the sheep." Your current target paws at your rear awkwardly, and you plaster a fake smile upon your face as you press a hand against his shoulder, trying to gain a little bit of room between you.

"West of here... on the other side of West Elizabeth."

"Ooh," another man ogles, "Got ourselves an exotic one here."

You smirk at him, batting your eyelashes, knowing that you lifted his pocketwatch off of him minutes before.

Your eyes scan the room, to land across the bar, where Arthur sits alone, nursing a beer sitting atop a stool near the wall.

He looks miserable. As if he can feel your gaze upon him, he looks up for a moment. In his eyes, those pools of azure blue, a pleading sentiment echoes.

Show them that you’re mine.

Those eyes quickly dart downward to the floor, obscured by the rim of that old hat he wears.

You know he wasn’t going to march up to you and yank you away from the men surrounding you at the bar. For as rough and tumble and fearsome he could be as an outlaw, Arthur’s self-worth was painfully low - the blush that stains his cheeks when you whimper in his ear as he pushes inside you, you know he’ll sit there on the stool in the corner of the saloon as drunken men continue to flirt with you.

You and he are still in this strange place of not knowing what your relationship truly was - nothing public has been shown, even though you two sneak out of camp from time to time to share a bedroll where no one can hear the noises he drags out of you.

But now, in front of people? You two circle each other as if any sort of affection could burn.

Another glass of whiskey is pushed into your arms by the ranch hand who seems desperate to get up your skirts tonight. You thank him, with a soft smile, and look back to Arthur across the bar, and such a sadness radiates off of him that you know you're going to have to break the rules of whatever is going on between you.

You brush past the man blocking your path, leaving him sputtering indignantly as you down the whiskey he bought you and leave the glass on the bar. Arthur's eyebrow piques with curiosity as he pushes up off the bar to sit up straight in the stool. You hold his stare as you round the corner of the bar, stepping straight into his space.

"What d'ya nee-"

His question is cut off completely as your hands reach immediately for the collar of his shirt, and you pull yourself to press upon his lips with immediacy. His surprise leaves him shocked still for a moment, but after what seems like forever, his shocked eyes close and his lips press back against your own. Its only a moment longer before his big, warm hands find your waist and heave you up into his lap. Your tongue presses against the seam of his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Someone groans somewhere behind you, yelling something about the two of you getting a room.

Arthur's hand pulses on your hip as he pulls back slowly, a warm smile blooming on his face, inches away from yours.

"I think a room sounds good, don't it?"

#arthur morgan #red dead fanfic #twolafic #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption 2 #miniprompt #arthur morgan x reader

[colonellickburger]

Dorothy Bohm. Butchers at Smithfield Market, London, 1970s

#Dorothy Bohm #London #England

[federer7]

Butchers at Smithfield Market, London, 1970s

Photo: Dorothy Bohm

#dorothy bohm #butchers #london #1970s #Smithfield Market #smithfield

[wolfpants]

six sentence tag ✍🏻

Thank you so much for the tag, @maesterchill! I've been taking a bit of a break in my writing this past month or so, between finishing a lot of big fics and just---well, not really feeling it, to be honest. This past week though, I've dusted off my old A Weekend in the City concept, a fic spanning 12 years of extremely slow burn friends to lovers Drarry post-Hogwarts. I'm writing it very, very slowly, and a bit clumsily, but I'm hoping it will see the light of day eventually. Here's a little snippet from the opening scene.

He dug around in his bag for the paper and his A-Z, dropping both onto the table between them. 

“Should be just down the road somewhere,” he said, flicking through the guide’s dog ears until he found what he was looking for: Clerkenwell Road, a crooked yellow line running across two pages—Old Street and the Barbican on one side, Theobalds Road and the edge of Holborn and Bloomsbury on the other. 

“We’re here.” He pressed his finger to the blocky text—HATTON GARDEN—and slid his finger east, across Smithfield Market, closer to the row of little green parks and churchyards and the sprawling mid-century housing estate that shared the same address as the flat from the property ad in the the East London Advertiser. “We want to go here."

When Draco leaned in to take a closer look, Harry could smell his clothes—the detergent the Manor’s house-elves used; Harry had learned the smell of it at Christmas, on his first return to Wiltshire since the war. It was the smell he’d come to associate with Draco ever since: lemons, gardens, grassy air. He wondered if it would fade; if Draco would gain a new scent in the city.

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no pressure tagging @sweet-s0rr0w @mallstars @tackytigerfic @skeptiquewrites @wrapped-up @citrusses @thehoneybeet

#drarry #writing #wip

[officiallordvetinari]

Here are 10 (more) featured Wikipedia articles. Links and summaries are below the cut.

Black American Sign Language (BASL) or Black Sign Variation (BSV) is a dialect of American Sign Language (ASL) used most commonly by deaf African Americans in the United States. The divergence from ASL was influenced largely by the segregation of schools in the American South.

Cai Lun (Chinese: 蔡伦; courtesy name: Jingzhong (敬仲); c. 50–62 – 121 CE), formerly romanized as Ts'ai Lun, was a Chinese eunuch court official of the Eastern Han dynasty. He is traditionally regarded as the inventor of paper and the modern papermaking process.

The Cock Lane ghost was a purported haunting that attracted mass public attention in 1762. The location was a lodging in Cock Lane, a short road adjacent to London's Smithfield market and a few minutes' walk from St Paul's Cathedral.

The indigenous people of the Everglades region arrived in the Florida peninsula of what is now the United States approximately 14,000 to 15,000 years ago, probably following large game. The Paleo-Indians found an arid landscape that supported plants and animals adapted to prairie and xeric scrub conditions. Large animals became extinct in Florida around 11,000 years ago. Climate changes 6,500 years ago brought a wetter landscape.

James William Humphreys (7 January 1930 – September 2003) was an English businessman and criminal who owned a chain of adult book shops and strip clubs in London in the 1960s and 1970s. He was able to run his business through the payment of large bribes to serving police officers, particularly those from the Obscene Publications Branch (OPB) of the Metropolitan Police.

The London Necropolis Company (LNC), formally the London Necropolis & National Mausoleum Company until 1927, was a cemetery operator established by Act of Parliament in 1852 in reaction to the crisis caused by the closure of London's graveyards in 1851. The LNC intended to establish a single cemetery large enough to accommodate all of London's future burials in perpetuity.

The Order of Brothelyngham was a group of men who, in the mid-14th century, formed themselves into a fake religious order in the city of Exeter, Devon. They may well have been satirising the church, which was commonly perceived as corrupt.

Phan Đình Phùng (Vietnamese: [faːn ɗîŋ̟ fûŋm]; 1847 – January 21, 1896) was a Vietnamese revolutionary who led rebel armies against French colonial forces in Vietnam. He was the most prominent of the Confucian court scholars involved in anti-French military campaigns in the 19th century and was cited after his death by 20th-century nationalists as a national hero.

The Tottenham Outrage of 23 January 1909 was an armed robbery in Tottenham, North London, that resulted in a two-hour chase between the police and armed criminals over a distance of six miles (10 km), with an estimated 400 rounds of ammunition fired by the thieves. The robbery, of workers' wages from the Schnurmann rubber factory, was carried out by Paul Helfeld and Jacob Lepidus, Jewish Latvian immigrants.

Volubilis (Latin pronunciation: [wɔˈɫuːbɪlɪs]; Arabic: وليلي, romanized: walīlī; Berber languages: ⵡⵍⵉⵍⵉ, romanized: wlili) is a partly-excavated Berber-Roman city in Morocco situated near the city of Meknes that may have been the capital of the Kingdom of Mauretania, at least from the time of King Juba II.

#wikipedia polls

[bhaalism]

I saw your post about your mutuals from abroad and wanted to add that I’m your mutual from New York City :D

Sometimes I think, what if I’m missing out on delicious foods/events in other states or off the beaten path since I usually just explore nyc 😭

omg hi my nyc mutual! I love ny when I go visit family for holidays and I know I talk a ton of shit about being from ohio but I do enjoy it here, we have a weird lil mix of metro/amish country

like youngstown specifically isn't what anyone would call a proper city but when you go downtown to federal plaza it has that vibe, plus the university is down there so there's more shit in that area than the neighborhoods in like the west side or north side. the catholic churches here do a festival every summer where people set up big booths that sell food from the regions their families immigrated from which is always pretty cool, but I also like going into columbus sometimes for the zoo and the different restaurants there. pittsburgh too if you can get through the fuckin nightmare that is smithfield bridge lmao I go there to different clubs and concerts more often plus I have a lot of irl friends who live there

id say this whole area is pretty worth visiting! tons of zoos, museums, and really really good restaurants plus if you're into the amish thing there's a huge flea market they put on three days out of every week in a big building but nyc is much more convenient for exploring or finding new stuff to do because it's all there you know? here it's like 10 hours of driving around to get to all those different spots and the driving is necessary bc we don't have public transit, especially across state lines

#i feel like I don't have many moots who also live in the us i have a ton of mutuals who live in like the uk or australia tho

[k00295740]

ARTIST RESEARCH -Perry Ogden

Perry Ogden is a British photographer who used to visit the Smithfield Market in Dublin in the 90s and photograph the “Pony Kids”- a mixture of traveller and settled kids who bought and sold their horses here on the first Sunday of each month.

Although the subject matter of his work is similar to that of Amelia Troubridge’s I think photographing the kids in a clean studio and not in the “naturally unnatural” environment of the horses in the city takes away the bold and gritty nature that can be seen in Amelia’s work. However Perry’s approach allows us to focus more on the finer detail of the subject matter- the haircuts of the boys,the muscles of the horse,the horses’ hair- the camera even picks up the individual freckles on their faces.

Perry’s approach of photographing the kids in a studio means the photos come out very realistic but the lack of the natural setting means Amelia’s work is more real to life, which I prefer.

“I really wanted to document it, but to do it against a plain background with reflected light to capture the kids themselves; their clothes and their haircuts.”-Perry Ogden

Perry on the other hand was interested in capturing the “pony kid culture”. When photographing Pony Kids- he wanted to capture the travellers’ distinctive haircuts and he interviewed a lot of the kids to find out more about their backgrounds .

Although I prefer Amelia Troubridge’s work over Perry Ogden’s because of its visual juxtaposition, I do resonate with why he decided to start photographing the Pony Kids. As someone who is also an outsider looking in, not only am I am fascinated by the visual disruption of having horses in an urban area but also the way that they symbolise “old world equestrian and modern day youth culture” .

[master-john-uk]

As a Freeman of The City of London I have several ancient rights which I have not yet exercised.

One oh these is to drive sheep (or cattle) over London Bridge. While this is only a theoretical right today, it is a tradition which stems from the 13th Century, allowing farm owners to drive their livestock over the River Thames without paying tolls in order to sell them at Smithfield Market... London Bridge being the only river crossing directly leading directly to the City of London at that time.

This Sunday an annual charity event will once again see sheep crossing The Thames, but via Southwark Bridge.

I will be leaving my Dorset farm tomorrow, but I will not be taking any of the sheep with me. I might attend this event... just to get some photographs.

London Sheep Drive & Livery Fair – Annual Sheep Drive Across London Bridge