Solo, as usual. The moral of this story is ‘don’t sleep’. I’ve had my eye on this for a bit and nearly went for it a month ago, but something else popped up. So headed down today to find a former soap factory stripped of its kit. I don’t mind emptiness myself, but there seems to be a machine fetish round these parts…
P Z Cussons has been on this site since 1909. In 2008 they moved to a brand new state of the art facility on the other side of the River Irwell. The site is on the verge of demolition, having been stripped of everything of value.
You can smell the soap when you first enter, but the sense of the odour soon fades.
Empty hall
Empty production room
Ghosts of the machines
View of ‘the green room’, it was toplit from a coloured profiled plastic roof
Inside ‘the green room’
Empty upstairs
Shady residue on the empty upstairs floor
Corridor with that sort of municipal institutional feel to it
There’s always a safe – aren’t they worth weighing in?
Now if you’ve seen bits off me before, you’ll know about my 1970s interior fetish, well, I wasn’t disappointed here…
Display case
Stairwell
Foyer, with marble wall and profiled hardwood screen, cantilevered terrazzo stair in foreground…my kinda place
At last, a machine! Part of the packaging process.
And one more for yers.
peace
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