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It was never my intention for this blog to become a suppository repository for comments on the new Selfridges building in Birmingham, but neither do I try to engineer any fixed direction for my content. This is, after all, merely notes to self. If confluences of events conspire against me, so be it. When I …
I’ve finally upgraded my camera phone. My Ericsson T610 is getting replaced later this week with a Nokia 6230, which should give me a much better picture quality. To commemorate the passing of my first phone camera, I’ve compiled all the shots I’ve submitted to MoblogUK over the last few months (a site I’ve blogged …
the term ‘flash mob’ has been entered in the Oxford English Dictionary.
by cosmiko (hardware from: lomography.com)
The weekly check on my web stats tells me that someone from d5architects has been reading me of late – if that’s you, feel free to drop me a line and say hi. I just paid a visit to your site, it’s looking good. I’m pleased to see that it hasn’t been flashed to death. …
Weep at the beauty – pictures of Kapoor’s latest sculpture in Chicago have just been posted at A Daily Dose of Architecture.
Two coffees after dessert at a restaurant and I’m lying in bed unable to sleep. I haven’t actually closed my eyes; I’m just staring at the back of my eyelids trying to recognise the shifting patterns of colour delivered by my rods and cones. An idea that I’ve been neglecting for a while pushes its …
A couple of weeks ago, my boss spent the weekend at his daughter’s flat in Canary Wharf in London. Photographs from the trip reminded me of an interior design competition I entered with a couple of friends about 5 years ago. The brief was to design the fit out of the penthouse on one of …
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Anish Kapoor: I loathe making anything practical whatsoever. The funny thing about art is that it’s useless. It doesn’t do anything. That’s very important, ha, ha!… …that’s your fantasy; that artists need to be dark and brooding…the artist as a romantic figure who is somewhat bohemian. Crap, crap, crap! I’m not bohemian; I’m terribly ordinary. …
salvaged from my photo archive after reading about BSAG’s musings on the most metaphysically slippery of all abstract systems – time.