I’ve worked at BBC Television Centre for 8 years now. This weekend it closes its doors as we know it forever. It’s been getting more and more deserted, colder. And the importance of the last few days snuck up on me like Christmas does each year. Suddenly, before I knew it, I didn’t work there any more.
I thought, what an iconic building. And what a great opportunity to capture its last days on camera.
Initially I thought, oh damnit, I should’ve got in there when it was still the buzzing place it always used to be, with phones ringing and people running around and the walls lined with posters and signs and smells of chips and coffee. But actually, there’s an eerie beauty in the mess and desertion of the place right now. I’m going to capture that instead; the ghosts of TV, as an era of British history draws to a close.
Yesterday I did a bit of creeping around Television Centre, to bring you snapshots of the building, through a 50mm lens.