After a one hour and three quarters journey from Manchester.I arrived at Blackpool.I remember it was a Friday evening at the end of June.
In the bus there was me and a dozen of lively old men who, like me, wanted to spend the weekend in this seaside town.As soon as I got off the bus, I found myself immersed in a landscape that instantly conquered me.
Blackpool has a set of different styles. It feels like being in the Los Angeles studios.
I can’t say if this place is good or bad.
Seeing a reproduction of the 158-meter-high Eiffel tower that flies over the town, struck me almost as much as the original one for sure. Who knows why they built it in the Queen’s Kingdom, knowing their rivalry with France.
However, even the waterfront was not far behind.
it was like being in a decadent Las Vegas with game arcades of all kinds.
The noises of the slot machines and the dazzling colors of the casino lights invited you to look in the opposite direction, where you could admire the perfectly restored Victorian-style piers, more than 500 meters long, which reached out to the Irish sea, as if searching to find some peace.
The people I met were all incredibly interesting and photogenic too.
Blackpool is a place beyond everything I ever knew and for this very reason
I spent 8 days photographing, instead of two.