Thursday afternoon we headed into town to catch the Tacita Dean film Craneway Event at the Frith Street Gallery before it closed this weekend. A warm, rather drowsy afternoon, London teeming with tourists, and just about every pub bedecked with national flags and World Cup 2010 posters. From Piccadilly, we wandered up to Golden Square, …
Category: London
come, been and gone
Cultural highlight of the weekend: seeing Michael Clark Company at the Barbican performing come, been and gone. The phrase 'jolie laide' (pretty-ugly) came to mind when I was trying to pinpoint why his work appeals to me so much. The punk aesthetic is still firmly there, in the bizarre costumes, the poking of fun at …
first swim of the summer
8:00 a.m., Tooting Bec Lido. It couldn't be a better morning. A ridiculously blue sky, the sun already warm, the trees surrounding the lido in full resplendent leaf. No dipping my toes this morning, I'm straight down the steps and into the water. It's cold, but not that gasping-takes-your-breath-away cold. I push off and begin …
moonstruck
I watched mesmerised on Thursday night as a blood-red nearly-full moon rose above the railway bridge opposite my Battersea flat. A beautiful, primal sight. As transfixing as the sea or a flickering fire or the shimmering ever-changing surface of the Thames.
