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Visual Essay 21.05.2026

Casino Avenue

Isobel Atacus

When you asked me to think about avenues, all I could think about was this stop, this stop on the P4 bus to Lewisham, about this time sitting on the P4. I was on my way to a friend’s engagement party. It was February, cold, misty, one of those nights you stay in unless you need to be out. I was on the P4 clutching a bottle of something, I remember someone else dropped a bottle behind me, there was a smell of red wine as the liquid oozed out over the moving floor. Then the sign changed and the voice announced CASINO AVENUE. It all felt so dreamy and strange.

I whipped out my phone and took three quick photographs, snap, before the sign changed.

I’ve been back a number of times since then. There isn’t anything like a casino near Casino Avenue, I know, I’ve looked. The real story is less exciting than that. An old house that was later knocked down so now the avenue is all that remains. Walking up the avenue the houses are lost in a sort of suburbia dream: cloudy skies, climbing roses, the odd pallet stacked on the fence. What’s left of the Lost House is nothing new, but houses. It’s nothing special.

Yet when you asked me about avenues, all I could think about was how there was something about the yellow font, the blurred photograph, the misty night, the spilled wine. There are so many things to say about Avenues, but somehow this is what sticks in my mind…

Video
Casino Avenue (reverie), 2026 (1’ 30’’, with sound)
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