Life has an extraordinary collection of vintage crime scene photographs. Some of them are very gruesome, so be prepared. But more than the grisliness, it is the very banality of a lot of them that strike one. The mild squalor of 10 Rillington Place; the quotidian muddle of William Woodward Jr's unmade bed. The pictures of corpses - the ones shown are mainly mafia hits - have a sort of futility about them, as if asking the question: what was it all
for? And the detectives and policemen seem stoical, unsensational, businesslike, in the face of horrors.
You can see them
here.
Bodies being removed after the St Valentine's Day massacre. Photographer uncredited.
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