The Manc https://themanc.com The people's voice of Greater Manchester Wed, 25 May 2022 13:43:03 +0000 en-GB 1.2 https://themanc.com https://themanc.com 11 15 https://themanc.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/cropped-TheMancLogo-32x32.jpg The Manc https://themanc.com 32 32 <![CDATA[Market Street needs its very own 'fast walking lane']]> https://themanc.com/?p=129 Mon, 25 Mar 2019 15:49:24 +0000 http://themanc.com/?p=129 129 0 0 0 Now I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say there is absolutely nothing worse than slow walkers on a busy street.

Okay, there are some slightly worse things, like war, genocide and Donald Trump’s hair, but it’s definitely up there. We can all agree it’s in the top 10 at the very least - if you can’t you’re probably ‘one of them’, in which case have a long hard word with yourself, ideally while walking swiftly rather than dawdling along like you usually do.

I don’t often trek into town on a Saturday morning, but I was reminded of just how awful slow walkers are after making an ill-advised jaunt down Market Street a few weekends back, battling through the hordes of snail-paced shoppers and gawking tourists.

And they were slow. So. Fucking. Slow.

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It added unnecessary time to my journey trying to dodge and weave past zombies staring at their phones while stumbling past that guy sculpting a dog out of sand, not to mention undue stress, turning a simple walk to the train station into a battle for survival and ruining an otherwise relaxing morning. And just when you think you’ve found a fast route - usually pressed in to the edge of the street - a fresh group of Chinese tourists steps out in front of you after exiting H&M and you have to start again.

This is why there needs to be a fast walking lane on Market Street - or the whole of the city centre while we’re at it. So the people who are just trying to get from A to B like a normal human at a decent pace don’t have to deal with the rest of the slow bastards out there.

It wouldn’t be the first time a fast walking lane has been introduced in the UK, the scousers gave it a whirl back in 2015, although it only lasted for a few months before disappearing (it’s unconfirmed whether or not someone stole it).

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At the time research found that 47% of people in the UK found slow walking the most annoying aspect of high-street shopping, with 69% of 16 to 24 year-olds in favour of fast lanes, while only 37% of over-55s backed the plan - probably because they’re the ones doing all the slow walking in the first place.

Fast lanes also made an appearance at the Lakeside Centre in Essex for a week back in 2017. It was introduced to coincide with Black Friday and help combat ‘slow-rage’, but why limit yourself to only one week of the year? We need walking freedom 24/7, 365 and we need it now.

So write to your local MP, start a change.org petition or get a megaphone and start shouting at slow walkers on Market Street. Together we can make walking great again!

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Now I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say there is absolutely nothing worse than slow walkers on a busy street.

Okay, there are some slightly worse things, like war, genocide and Donald Trump’s hair, but it’s definitely up there. We can all agree it’s in the top 10 at the very least - if you can’t you’re probably ‘one of them’, in which case have a long hard word with yourself, ideally while walking swiftly rather than dawdling along like you usually do.

I don’t often trek into town on a Saturday morning, but I was reminded of just how awful slow walkers are after making an ill-advised jaunt down Market Street a few weekends back, battling through the hordes of snail-paced shoppers and gawking tourists.

And they were slow. So. Fucking. Slow.

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It added unnecessary time to my journey trying to dodge and weave past zombies staring at their phones while stumbling past that guy sculpting a dog out of sand, not to mention undue stress, turning a simple walk to the train station into a battle for survival and ruining an otherwise relaxing morning. And just when you think you’ve found a fast route - usually pressed in to the edge of the street - a fresh group of Chinese tourists steps out in front of you after exiting H&M and you have to start again.

This is why there needs to be a fast walking lane on Market Street - or the whole of the city centre while we’re at it. So the people who are just trying to get from A to B like a normal human at a decent pace don’t have to deal with the rest of the slow bastards out there.

It wouldn’t be the first time a fast walking lane has been introduced in the UK, the scousers gave it a whirl back in 2015, although it only lasted for a few months before disappearing (it’s unconfirmed whether or not someone stole it).

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At the time research found that 47% of people in the UK found slow walking the most annoying aspect of high-street shopping, with 69% of 16 to 24 year-olds in favour of fast lanes, while only 37% of over-55s backed the plan - probably because they’re the ones doing all the slow walking in the first place.

Fast lanes also made an appearance at the Lakeside Centre in Essex for a week back in 2017. It was introduced to coincide with Black Friday and help combat ‘slow-rage’, but why limit yourself to only one week of the year? We need walking freedom 24/7, 365 and we need it now.

So write to your local MP, start a change.org petition or get a megaphone and start shouting at slow walkers on Market Street. Together we can make walking great again!

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Now I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say there is absolutely nothing worse than slow walkers on a busy street.

Okay, there are some slightly worse things, like war, genocide and Donald Trump’s hair, but it’s definitely up there. We can all agree it’s in the top 10 at the very least - if you can’t you’re probably ‘one of them’, in which case have a long hard word with yourself, ideally while walking swiftly rather than dawdling along like you usually do.

I don’t often trek into town on a Saturday morning, but I was reminded of just how awful slow walkers are after making an ill-advised jaunt down Market Street a few weekends back, battling through the hordes of snail-paced shoppers and gawking tourists.

And they were slow. So. Fucking. Slow.

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It added unnecessary time to my journey trying to dodge and weave past zombies staring at their phones while stumbling past that guy sculpting a dog out of sand, not to mention undue stress, turning a simple walk to the train station into a battle for survival and ruining an otherwise relaxing morning. And just when you think you’ve found a fast route - usually pressed in to the edge of the street - a fresh group of Chinese tourists steps out in front of you after exiting H&M and you have to start again.

This is why there needs to be a fast walking lane on Market Street - or the whole of the city centre while we’re at it. So the people who are just trying to get from A to B like a normal human at a decent pace don’t have to deal with the rest of the slow bastards out there.

It wouldn’t be the first time a fast walking lane has been introduced in the UK, the scousers gave it a whirl back in 2015, although it only lasted for a few months before disappearing (it’s unconfirmed whether or not someone stole it).

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At the time research found that 47% of people in the UK found slow walking the most annoying aspect of high-street shopping, with 69% of 16 to 24 year-olds in favour of fast lanes, while only 37% of over-55s backed the plan - probably because they’re the ones doing all the slow walking in the first place.

Fast lanes also made an appearance at the Lakeside Centre in Essex for a week back in 2017. It was introduced to coincide with Black Friday and help combat ‘slow-rage’, but why limit yourself to only one week of the year? We need walking freedom 24/7, 365 and we need it now.

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<![CDATA[MARKET STREET, MANCHESTER]]> https://themanc.com/market-street-manchester/ Mon, 25 Mar 2019 15:46:39 +0000 http://themanc.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Stephen-Mckay-Geograph.jpg 134 0 0 0 <![CDATA[A pop-up cinema in a cave is coming this summer and it looks epic]]> https://themanc.com/?p=136 Mon, 25 Mar 2019 16:13:48 +0000 http://themanc.com/?p=136 136 0 0 0 <![CDATA[The man behind the murals: We spent the day with Akse P19]]> https://themanc.com/feature/the-man-behind-the-murals-we-spent-the-day-with-akse-p19/ Sun, 08 Dec 2019 09:48:00 +0000 https://themanc.com/?p=262369

“The Jack Nicholson one is just back there,” our driver tells us, jerking a thumb behind his shoulder.

The sphinxlike Manchester street artist, Akse P19, is whizzing us through a rain-whipped Northern Quarter in his car; spray cans rattling at our feet whilst his iconic mask rests on the backseat alongside me.

He’s generously offered to transport us through the monsoon-like weather to see his latest painting, answering questions about his urban graffiti whenever a mural flashes into view beyond the blurry windows.

It’s only a five-minute journey, but we still manage to pass three of his paintings en route; proof that Akse is ubiquitous in Manchester. He has spent decades colouring the city’s red brick walls with dazzling, lifelike murals of musicians, athletes, poets, actors, fictional characters and Mancunian heroes. It’s the kind of art that strikes a chord and makes your chest puff with civic pride.

His decades’ of work - coupled with the explosion of Instagram, Facebook and Twitter - has seen Akse earned rightful recognition as one of the most important creative figures in the region.

However, until now, his backstory has remained something of a mystery. This is the man behind the mask.

 

"Paint gets on everything..."

With such a hybrid background, Akse could have settled almost anywhere in the world. So, we should be grateful he chose Manchester as his canvas.

Despite his Vietnamese heritage, a syrupy French accent and a Basque-speaking family, Akse has built a connection with Mancunia that runs deep - as his murals help to shape the atmosphere of the city.

The artist arrives at Teacup Kitchen for our interview in his familiar specs and paint-splashed trousers… but also a jet-black hoodie sporting a giant gold bee.

“I thought, for The Manc, this would be a great choice,” he chuckles.

The only thing that’s missing is his mask; which he eagerly straps to his face before our photographer starts snapping away later in the day.

Akse is eager to keep his personality separate from his work. Preserving his image - cap, glasses and mask - is important to him. He wants the images to speak for themselves and retain the enigmatic aura that has helped him gain so much attention in the first instance.

As we talk, Akse catches me eyeing the crispy outer shell that’s wrapped around his phone.

“Masking tape,” he clarifies.

“To protect it from the paint. You see, here…”

He flips the device over and runs his index finger over an invasive purple smear on the casing.

“Paint gets on everything.”

Mess is par for the course in this occupation. But it’s only when we quiz Akse on his working hours that some of the additional challenges of artwork become clear.

“There’s no 9-5. You can’t really have a routine in this job,” he explains, a thin smirk spreading across his lips.

“Sometimes, I’m able to go to the shop and get things to eat, but often there are no breaks.

“I should bring my own lunch, really. But I’m just not organised enough to do that.

“You can’t always choose your hours, either. If I’m doing a personal mural and it starts pissing down, I can just go home and come back again another time. One day doesn’t really make a difference.

“But if it’s commissioned, I have to finish it by a certain date. You have a deadline.

“With the Harry Maguire one, for example, it rained all day and I was completely soaked through. When it gets wet, the spray paint dries out quickly, too. So working in the bad weather can be very difficult.

“But it is worth it. This is me.”

 

"30 years later, Akse is what I’m known as..."

Akse’s amazing artwork invites all kinds of questions. But there’s one burning query we have to resolve before going any further into the aesthetics.

Where did that name come from?

“Golden Axe,” the artist explains, taking a long sip of his latte.

“It was a video game in the eighties.

“At the time, my English was not very good, but I liked the way it sounded. I just switched the ‘x’ for the ‘ks’.

"I never thought people would actually call me by that name. It was just for flow and style of the tag at the time.

“But now, 30 years later, this is what I’m known as.”

But what about the P19 bit?

“That’s the crew I am part of,” he explains.

“A graffiti artist called PEST formed it back in the Paris suburbs - which is where I grew up.

“There are about ten to fifteen members of the collective. Most of them still work in Paris today.

“In the late eighties/early nineties I got into hip-hop - which introduced me to the graffiti scene in France.

“I moved to the UK in 1997 to study chemistry - which actually comes in useful, working with paints! I went to MMU and did an MSc and PhD before I found a job in science. I worked for 15 years as a project manager after that - but I kept painting all that time.

“When I arrived in Manchester, I was on my own and didn’t know much about the graffiti scene.

“But soon I got involved with Eurocultured, a festival organised by Spearfish taking place by Oxford Road Station that invited artists from all around Europe.

“That’s how I ended up doing more street art.”

It was back in 2012 that Akse met the curators of The Out House - an organisation that provides space for artists around the Northern Quarter.

This encounter, combined with the rise of social media, saw the Akse name spread further and wider than he ever could have hoped for…

"As a chemist, I really enjoy Breaking Bad, so doing Heisenberg was quite special."

 

The Out House is an organisation that guarantees there’s always a space for artists to flex their creative muscles.

“You don’t choose who will be painting with you,” Akse’s explains.

“The scene isn’t that big, so you know all the other artists, more or less. You meet many of them at events. If they are local, you’re likely to work with them at some point.”

Akse also does his own personal artwork in the city, obtaining permission from the owner of the building, the landlord and/or property management companies before he shakes up his spray can.

He specialises in photorealistic portraiture, but out of the hundreds of pieces he’s composed over the years, is there one he’s particularly proud of?

“The Heisenberg piece was really popular. As a chemist, I really enjoy Breaking Bad, so doing that one was quite special for me.

We ask if there are any murals he’d like to make in the future, and Akse doesn’t have to think long about his answer.

“I have a list of a few subjects I’ve been wanting to paint for a long time,” he confirms.

“One of them was Marvin Gaye - which I have just finished.

“I did it as commission for Soul Coffee which is opening in Ancoats.”

He asks us if we’d like to see it.

A few minutes following a resounding ‘yes’, we find ourselves climbing out of Akse’s car and stepping into a cafe under construction.

On the left wall is an incredible monochrome painting of Marvin Gaye - wearing his trademark hat and gazing up at the ceiling.

"This is a great place to be a part of"

Before posing beside the sketched singer, Aske retrieves a huge stack of Marvin Gaye vinyls from his car and starts flicking through them, thinking carefully about which one he should choose.

He picks one, raises it slowly, puts it back, plucks another record from the pile, and then returns to his original choice.

“This one, I think, will be better,” he mutters.

He wants the picture to be perfect. Like Walter White, Akse doesn’t do half-measures.

Since touching down in Manchester many years ago, Akse moved around the outskirts of the city whilst finding his feet, juggling his painting with a career in project management.

Today, he’s settled with a young family and pursuing his artwork full-time.

“Manchester is a good size, it’s convenient to get around. I’m a fan of the music scene here. I always used to like The Smiths - and that was before I even came here!

“The city has everything I need, really. Except the weather.

“The last twenty years it has kind of boomed, bringing in a lot of new businesses and creatives.

“There’s a lot here now. It’s a great place to be a part of.”

Great to have you here, Akse…

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