Homer’s Odyssey in Deptford?

I photographed a really fantastic production of The Odyssey, the story of Odysseus( or Ulysseus, depending if you’re coming from a Greek or Roman perspective) It was produced by Teatro Vivo, directed by Sophie Austin and took place on the streets of Deptford, South East London yes really!!

Teatro Vivo are a theatre company who specialize in open air performance and modern re-imaginings of folk tales. The show ran for three weeks in June of this year and the audience were invited to The Albany, a theatre in Deptford and as soon as they entered the cafe there, they all became part of the play.

At Odysseus’ house in Ithaca( The House of Albany), one of the serving girls talks to an audience member

At Odysseus’ house, one of his wife’s suitors gets frisky with one of serving girls

Telemachus’ father, Odysseus has gone on a bit of a wild goose chase, showing the Trojans a thing or two about war. Sadly for him and his family, he’s been missing for over 20 years. Assumed dead by his former friends and colleagues. The only person keeping the faith was his son, his wife however Penelope was totally off the radar, as in loco.

Odysseus’ wife Penelope entertains the crowd while her son, Telemachus looks on in some shame at her

Telemachus grows tired of his errant mother’s behaviour

Penelope spends her days flirting and playing with the emotions of the many suitors who had come to Odysseus’ house to try to win her hand. The loco aspect I mentioned had ensured that this had not happened as yet.

Telemachus weeps as his mother’s suitors give him a hard time…he misses his dad okay!

On the day I attended the House Of Albany, a homeless old man turned up to seek shelter and ask for money, he gets asked to leave on many occasions by Penelope’s suitors and the less than charming serving girls.

The old man facing off with some a less than thrilled serving girl

The old man looks on at the merriment, he is an outsider

Finally some news filtered through courtesy of a fisherman who had claimed to have seen Odysseus alive and Telemachus sets off to try and find his father.

Telemachus finding some news of his father’s disappearance

We, that is the audience are asked to help Telemachus to find any traces of Odysseus. At this point I tried to explain to Telemachus that finding him in Deptford High Street was pretty unlikely, but he was strangely insistent.

Telemachus pleading with us to help him find any trace of his father, Odysseus

On the first street corner we came to a couple of musicians who guided us into the direction of the carpark..

We spoken to at great length by some ‘ladies of the carpark’ who drunkenly insisted that we were to go to the tattoo parlour where we would find some clues

These truth-sayers all seem to ride mini-scooters these days

Where to next?

We were ushered to the local tattoo parlour where a rather pretty tattoo artist, Circe who after realising that none of us wanted to get inked proceeded to take out her frustration on a local man. She had claimed to have seen Odysseus but if we wanted to find him, we’d first have to go the Hades to find more clues…not exactly an appealing prospect at the best of times

I don’t know what they put in the inks round here, but the guy started honking like a pig until she made him wait to have the tattoo done

“You’ll grow tusks you know if you leave now”

Tattoo by bamboo, that’s old skool

As we left to try to seek out the gates of Hades, not something any of us were looking forward to, we were intercepted by a bit of a geezer who claimed that this Hades lark was not only a bad idea, but a complete set-up. He then proceeded to nick some cigarettes and give us some interesting clues for where we should head to next

“Nah mate, Hades is not right, it’s wrong”

At which point, the old man from the house turned up, chased off the geezer and insisted in strong terms that yes he could take us to Hades if we really wanted but first up, we should follow him and a: have something to eat and b: listen to him give a history lesson about the battle of Troy. As the history lesson involved two olives, those great toy animals from an Early Learning Centre and an old tea pot, we gladly obliged..

The old man explains the intricacies of the housing market in Deptford…well he was passionate about something or other

The old man tries to outstare my L lens, look you’ve got no chance kid

Something about a wooden horse and those pesky Trojans is all I can remember

A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a wooden horse and a teapot

After a spot of bread and olive oil and a fair bit of ranting, the old man took us to Hades, well put it this way, any time you find yourself in South East London in the evening is any kind of hell ( joking!!, I live in Catford so indulge me..:-) It was Seven Ages of Shopping Trolley and all sorts of interesting people had found their way into hell

Our guides were very passionate about the green cross code

Heading into hell

A spot of music to see us on our way

Seven Ages of Shopping Trolley aka Hades

Romance is never dead, even if you find yourself in hell

Telemachus in Hades, proof that even hell has a railway…I knew it

Finally some news came through, that yes indeed Odysseus had been seen alive and we were to go with Telemachus to find his father, which was a bit of a relief as Hades was a bit uninviting. I mean, yes they had a loo. But no tea and biscuits, what is hell coming to?

Telemachus tells us all the good news about his long lost father

Through the heady heights of Deptford, we are guided by the flute of well..the flutist..

What happens next? Well my advice would be to put 3rd-8th September into the diary as The Odyssey returns to Deptford, see this page for more.

Watch a short film by Marmalade Productions here

All photography by me: Tom Broadbent, if you’d like to commission me have a look at my website here or just drop me a line.

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