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Monthly Archives: August 2009

2 x rainbows

sunny intervals and blustery rain.

copenhagen

i heart. thank you, little one. soft and dusty flea-market cafe insides, fixie-irrelevant bicycles outside, parks with hills, socialist courtyards with children in them, breathtaking shops and girls and boys, and a tree in a park filled with babies’ dummies. beautiful from a distance, a bit weird, and slightly sinister in the detail.

wind, sand and stars

original french title: Terre des Hommes (land of men) found this book in the street, just outside a church garden, a ‘rich autobiographical narrative’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, author of The Little Prince. clearly i will read it in search of serendipitous messages, but actually the best thing was finding within the pages of the [...]

oh, white cat,

you are my every day, my everything.

the other tate

sandalwood incense, darkened room full of tribal mask antiquities on polite museum stands. till you see one of them has a big-mac for a face. and there is a rustic hand-carved hamburglar. brilliant. ^The Chapman Family Collection Eva Rothschild’s 70-metre-long Cold Corners was nice, but painfully familiar. and damien hirst is fucking rubbish always. NO [...]

head-stomp + stab

in the line to the club on friday night. i tried to leave early, suddenly in pain from sounds of broken photocopiers, loud toasters and other wonkey kitchen equipment, but there was a crime scene blocking the exit. i really want to find out if he survived, but sickeningly realise there is no outlet for [...]

abney park cemetery

just up the road in stoke newington, with the backs of terrace houses bordering it, tucked away, i never knew it was so beautiful and so close: a sudden world of old-ness, green-ness and overgrown disrepair just off the high street. un-crowded for a green space on a sunny saturday in london. everyone there today [...]

walking in your mind

went to the hayward gallery this afternoon to see Walking In My Mind , was beautiful. despite the attraction of installations (like Thomas Hirschhorn‘s immense brown-packing-tape lined cave, and Chiharu Shiota‘s string web, and Pipilotti Rist‘s dark room), i liked best: Charles Avery’s drawing of a whale-y creature and the inhabitants of an imaginary island, [...]

two scary graphs

isn’t sustainability a tiny bit graphically abhorrent and inciting of recklessness?

famous places and their souls

1.The East End’s Jack the Ripper 2.Bunhill Field’s John Milton’s Paradise Lost 3.all the dead people in the muddy Thames 4.Columbia Road’s White Cat