shoppingcarts

R.I.P Punk!

2007-01-17T07:44:00.000-08:00

London, UK
Caught this cocky little bastard when he was vandalising a streetcorner near Angel in Islington. I pushed him into the street where he was run over by a grocery delivering truck. R.I.P punk!

Anonymous sign (Evelyn?)

2007-01-17T07:36:00.000-08:00

London, UK
Although my gift lies in communicating with shopping carts, I have lately realised that in some cases I am able to, with great concentration and effort, barely sense what those little creatures called "signs" are trying to communicate to us.

Hope

2007-01-17T07:16:00.000-08:00

London, UK
This is a true sunshine story. Hope called me on my mobile from a phonebooth at liverpoolstreet station on a late thursday evning. I took her across the street to the local tesco where she was employed as a shoppingcart, mainly patroling the dairy section.

John the converted.

2007-01-17T07:01:00.000-08:00

London, UK
I met John when he tried to enter a church on Kingsland Road, unfortunately he wasnt let in, despite the promising sign on the church. He gave up and headed across the street to the Mosque.

Whitmore

2007-01-17T06:41:00.000-08:00

London, UK
I've seen this alot lately, young carts ending up on the streets before they've grown into real normal sized carts. This is Whitmore, he usualy lives on philipstreet, but today he was out for a walk. Hes a bit shy, but polite and he tries to keep himself neat and tidy despite living on the streets.

Lola

2007-01-11T16:51:00.000-08:00

London, UK
-It sure is rainy tonight.
-Fuck off!
-Sorry dear, did it look like I was talking to you?
-Do I care? Get the fuck out of my busstop you crazy bitch!

Gunnar

2007-01-11T16:43:00.000-08:00

London, UK
Gunnar and his brother Matt were once the new slim blonde singing models of shopingcarts. Now, Gunnar works the corner by the church at Nelson Terrace. He still sings though, if you ask him nicely.

Britney

2007-01-11T16:37:00.000-08:00

London, UK
Britney used to be working at a high fashion shoppingmall. She was hijacked by a hillbilly named Kevin, stuffed with junk and left for dead outside a gas station near Angel.
It was quite hard to understand her and she kept flaunting her bits.

Tony

2007-01-11T16:28:00.000-08:00

London, UK
Tony is a true London bloke and it was a pleasure getting to know him during my stay in the british capital. Though he lives on the street, he makes sure to exercise every day and drink lots of water to keep hydrated.

Cart-Michael

2006-08-28T20:04:00.000-07:00

Reykjavik, Iceland.
Cart-Michael is a street kid no doubt. I think I captured his attitude rather well as he is a true rebel. He also makes great pancakes.

Ingirídur Ósk

2006-08-28T14:08:00.000-07:00

Reykjavik, Iceland.
This is Ingirídur Ósk. The first time I met her she was a young ambitious cart, now shes on the streets. She works this corner every weekend.

Hlýa Ósk

2006-08-22T19:24:00.000-07:00

Reykjavik, Iceland.
This is Hlýa Ósk. Shes 5 years old and has been living on the streets for almost a year now. Life has been easy on her since she's had a sugermum but the cold is getting to her. She keeps talking about wanting to move to Tenerife.

Kjartan

2006-08-20T06:59:00.000-07:00

Reykjavik, Iceland.
Found at the end of Laugarvegur, the backyard of the constructionsite. Looked lonely but had atleast some empty paintcans to keep him company.

My lost little wheeled friends

2006-08-18T12:06:00.000-07:00

Hello!
My name is Alice and I want to share something with you;
I saw a documentary on the telly the other day. It was about a lady named Samantha who claimed she could talk to animals. She said she communicated with them through pictures and that they talked back. I was so relieved! I was not alone! I too talk to little creatures. They are filled with desires and emotions and I help them achive their dreams.

I'm talking about the wonderful, precious creatures called "shoppingcarts".
I have so many stories to tell you about shoppingcarts I've met; from the creaky ladies at my local grocery store to the smooth steely gentleman I met at Debenhams last year. His secret dream was to be filled with lingerie and spun in circles untill he passed out. He told me this behind a shirt stand at the summersale, and later I returned to grant his wish.

But behind the passion and the characters, theres a problem. The ones who gets lost, abducted and abused. This page is for them; the lost ones who are looking for a home and someone who will love them dearly.