“London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained”. A Study In Scarlet, 1887.
This is the twelfth square of my London Faces Patchwork. It is a patchwork of papers gleaned from the pavements of the city in which I live. There are twenty-five squares making up the whole piece. You can see it here.
Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective.
A Study In Scarlet was written two years before my first square, Charlie Chaplin, was born.
When I was about fifteen, I became a bit obsessed with those Conan Doyle stories, reading each one quite a few times. I passed this obsession on to my sister. We fancy ourselves as experts. We both like to think we know more than the other. It can get a bit nasty. Possibly the worst argument we have ever had (we have had plenty) was started by Sherlock.
Just to keep with the Fleet Street connection of the previous post, the Cheshire Cheese pub was a favourite haunt of Conan Doyle. The alleyways in that area are said to be the inspiration for The Adventure Of The Red-Headed League.
The square was cut from a leaflet for an exhibition at The Museum of London. Sherlock Holmes, The Man Who Never Lived And Will Never Die. It was a great exhibition, the entrance was disguised as a bookcase. There is no mention of the designer.