Posts tagged London
Posts tagged London
Hey all you fucking Sherlock/Monarchy kiddies who cream your pants over coming to London. This is the real one. Remember, the UK is also the home of legalised slavery, where one is forced to work for one-percent owned corporations for no wages or face consequences such as inevitable homelessness; then you get treated like this.
London, late May. So of course it’s thundering and hailing and freezing.
Saul Bass, Design Museum 2004
Original and old ironwork promotional decor, at the Belle Vue, Clapham, south London. Ironic that something so ornate and elegant should be advertising something so tragically foul. Thankfully they serve considerably better fare than that on tap… Mmmm, Birra Moretti…
The Rubbishmen of Soho. “Victorian Punk Revivalists”, The late, lamented Black Gardenia, Soho, London, December 2008.
(I scribbled this elsewhere in 2007.)
Do you ever look up? In this city, do you?
Yes, I know the pigeons - and some of the ‘human’ inhabitants - love it when one does that, but as risks go it’s rather minor. And the reward is sometimes quite spectacular.
If you’re used to walking around Covent Garden and turn down Bow Street at the end of Long Acre, in pursuit of theatreland and whisky shops and Waterloo Bridge, then it’s likely that you pass Floral Street regularly without even sparing the entry a glance, except to be wary of rogue bicycle couriers and rampant black cabs. Which is a shame as the street itself, whilst very narrow and mainly back entries to other premises, contains many interesting - if on the expensive side - shops and crafty shortcuts. Running almost the entire length in parallel, of Long Acre, the most notable thing about Floral Street is about five storeys straight up.
There’s this twisted, bendy, arial pathway. The Bridge Of Aspiration, so called because it joins the Upper Royal Ballet School with the Royal Ballet at it’s home in the Royal Opera House. Two pretty high-profile establishments hiding a small functional gem.
This covered see-through walkway allows the prospects to traverse between the two in costume and unencumbered by pedestrians and diesel-fumes, in all weathers for rehearsals and auditions and doubtless other assignations. Ultimately of course, it’s meaning transcends it’s purpose as it perhaps guides the intended from a point of origin to hopeful permanent destination. It’s all the more remarkable because the two buildings are of a different scale and the conjoined apertures are offset to one another. Consequently the bridge slopes and, as can be seen from the picture, heads off to one side. The segmented, rotational surround gives it an even more disorientating manner, however the wooden walkway is fixed rigidly and evenly to an aluminium spine and is anything but flimsy. If I’d ever got married, this is one of the three places in London I’d have liked to do so.
Inside it looks like this.
Hedge Elephant. Crouch End, London, N8.
Axe-ring, by William Prophet
Bespoke. Silver and acrylic inlays. (Can be made with UV (‘blacklight’) sensitive fluorescent inlays.)
London, front of an East End funeral cortège moving down an urban backstreet, just before 9.a.m. with the Funeral Director striding out ahead with a black walking cane.
Hah. Synchronous visuals. Just close a visual post concerning an ex-church with a Wren steeple and shut down the browser to find myself staring at Wren’s Fountain Court at Hampton Court Palace on the rolling-image desktop.
There are no coincidences.
The Duke Of Wellington, Aldgate, Toynbee St., London E1
via kitty riddell
Oxford Street, London UK. Christmas lights star elf puking in a hat.
Well if it’s even smelled Marmite, this is understandable.