Abstract
After the Great Exhibition’s astounding success in 1851 and the almost complete failure of its designated successor, the International Exhibition, held 11 years later in South Kensington, no ‘official’ universal exposition was again held in the capital of the Empire. ‘Since then, London has not been prepared to take on the burden of a true world exhibition’, German museum director and art historian Julius Lessing noted in March 1900. Especially in comparison to Paris, the exposition movement had ‘languished in London’, Scottish biologist and town planner →Patrick Geddes noted at the same time, and a British architectural critic agreed when stating that ‘the fascination of exhibitions on a large scale’ had been ‘strangely slow in seizing upon London’.2 In 1852, the icon of the Great Exhibition and signum of the Victorian age, the Crystal Palace, was purchased by a private consortium for a nominal fee and relocated to Sydenham, a suburb in the south of London, approximately 15 kilometers from Trafalgar Square, where a remodeled and enlarged structure was re-erected and reopened in the summer of 1854. Beginning in the late 1880s, several exhibitions of limited size and scope were held there, culminating in the grand Festival of Empire celebrated in 1911. Although very popular at first and attracting millions of annual visitors, the reassembled building removed to Sydenham was subject to a steady demise and over time lost the original’s ‘nearly religious aura’ almost completely. A letter published in The Times on the occasion of the Festival described the Palace as ‘becoming dilapidated’ before it eventually burned down in a dramatic fire on 30 November 1936.3
Good old London’s in a maze
With its very latest craze,
And ev’ry day in crowds we fight and push
On a motor’bus to climb
Twenty-seven at a time,
Or take the good old tube to Shepherd’s Bush.
It’s an Exhibition rare
That is drawing thousands there,
Ev’ry nation joining in the grand display,
So to see it you contrive,
But, directly you arrive,
The girlie hanging on your arm will say:
Chorus
Take me on the Flip Flap, Do, dear, do!
It looks so lovely down below
So you pay your money and up you go.
And though a queer sensation,
You wish it would never stop,
But down you slide on the other side,
With a Flip flap flop.
From each far off foreign land
There are tokens rare and grand
In ev’ry nook and corner placed on view.
And, all scattered round the place,
Of the girls of ev’ry race
You’ll see some lovely exhibitions, too.
There are things you mustn’t touch,
Though you’d like to, very much,
But suppose a little French girl comes your way,
Though you try to parlez-vous,
She won’t parley long with you,
But with a saucy smile at one she’ll say:
Chorus
Take me on the Flip Flap, &c.1
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Geppert, A.C.T. (2010). London 1908: Imre Kiralfy and the Franco-British Exhibition. In: Fleeting Cities. Palgrave Macmillan, London. https://doi.org/10.1057/9780230281837_4
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