THE TRACKS SERIES OF PRINTS: Turner Street
THE TRACKS SERIES OF PRINTS: Turner Street The shoes that walked in Northfields when I was there in my first teaching job have long perished, so these are not the original soles. The school that gave me my first go at what became a 30-year long career, is now long gone and has been replaced by a small modern-looking estate and playground. Walking down Turner street, I thought with fondness and melancholia in equal measures of Gino, the wise old Neapolitan barber, that managed for the first time since I arrived in England to give me a decent haircut. He understood my thick black Mediterranean hair and used his scissors with the same dexterity that my father used when he cut my hair when I was little. It afforded me a glimpse of the past and a sense of 'home', that little barber's shop. Always a warm greeting, always a great haircut. Una Faccia, Una Razza, he would say, as Greeks and Italians often say about each other (One face, one r...