The tall tower behind is one of the residential blocks built here in the 50s, still the highest residential towers in London. I couldn't get its top because the camera was perched on top of a traffic cone for stability and would have fallen off if I'd moved it..
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
St Giles Cripplegate, Barbican
While the jazz was playing, I nipped outside onto the Lakeside Terrace and took this photo of an old medieval church, which survived the bombing in World War 2, in the middle of darkness and concrete architecture.
Multicolour Barbican lights, 2
The Barbican Arts Centre in Barbican, London, is an extensive Brutalist structure and contains quite a lot of colour - like these lights. Jonathan and I had been to see the exhibition about art and sex from antiquity to now, and had stopped in the foyer for a beer and some impromptu jazz.
Rikki and the Barlow Train Shed, from the arch, St Pancras
We'd had a lot of champagne by this stage.
The Meeting Place, by Paul Day, at St Pancras
This new statue inside the restored station is meant to capture of the excitement of travel. I found myself staring at his arse under his jacket.
After the exhibition
After seeing Wildlife Photographer of the Year, we wandered across the road to the V&A, on the way seeing this superbly large moon. I say.
Close investigation, before Thanksgiving
As I am returned from London, what follows in this and the next few posts are a selection of photos that you can explore in more detail over at flickr. Enjoy!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Continuing the fine tradition...
...of lazy posts when we have too little time to say anything properly, here’s an amazing online tool that's like Google Earth — except you get to see buildings from street level, for a few cities in the Us so far.
And here’s a list of things that a guy has tried, and failed, to masturbate to.
tags: [maps] [urban] [cities] [new york] [google earth] [masturbation] [sex]
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Keith Jarrett...?!
Speaking at the group's annual conference, Keith Jarrett will ask Police Minister Tony McNulty and Sir Ian Blair, Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, to consider escalating stop-and-searches among black people to reduce the number of shootings that have claimed the lives of another two teenagers in the past week.
At first I didn’t knowwhat to think. A great jazz pianist getting into policing? It didn’t make any sense. Luckily this brainlessness was entirely due to one less cup of coffee than was wise before picking up the paper this morning.
One of my colleagues in work is a lovely man. He will approach the desk with a slim new volume of poetry every month; a periodical about art every few weeks; talk about recent trips to Paris and the architecture therein. Which is why I was knocked for six when, this week, I grandly unfolded that day’s Great Modern Buildings poster from the newspaper, and he said “Oh, what’s that?” This is a church so famous, so oft-illustrated, that I can’t believe he didn’t know it, specially in our line of work.
But what was truly amazing — and surely the Guardian must have realised this would happen — was the reaction it got from those in the office who don’t give a damn about architecture. Twenty minutes later, two people (let’s call them Agnes and Norman) were still pointing to the poster and arguing interestedly about whether the roof was thatch or concrete. I knew which, and hadn’t said a word so it was partly my fault, but I left the office feeling that the best work I’d done all day was a bit of unfolding.
tags: [architecture]
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