Harrods, London. The Mecca of wealthy consumerist tourism. It’s quite a vision – bright lights, illustriuos exterior, luxurious in essence. A palatial attraction for the status seekers and a grandiose vision that fills fantasies yet fails to attain a meaningful presence in the lives of so many. In the reality of unequal world, this commercial visions is, ironically, sought after, and sadly, stands to contrast the ways of the contemporary world game.
Having said that, Harrods, the building, is beautiful and brings up associations of times past. It’s romantic and conveys an idea of affluence. It’s the stuff of old movies and glamour. Despite its archaic symbolysm, it still has something to offer beyond mindless spending. It is the department store of department stores, the wealthy predecessor of the ‘mall’, the class act among inferior contemporaries. I’d say it’s rather pretty.
The photograph has been slightly edited to enhance colours and dept. It was taken at dusk.