I’m not really sure where we’re going this morning, partly because it was late with arak in Hamra last night and my mind is fuzzy, partly because of the bewildering route from Jal el Dib out to the highway south, and the intense experience of traffic any journey in Beirut entails, which I’ll come […]
With D and her family I went to the beach. They go to one of the many beach clubs along the coastal strip, this one at Jounieh. Most of the coastline is taken up with private developments, a range of vintages and degrees of exclusivity: this one is open to chalet or locker owners who […]
I got into Athens at 5.30, and wondered why I’d planned this convoluted journey….
I’m going back to Beirut for the first time in almost 5 years next week, and I’ll be posting from there, refreshing this site and revisiting some of the work I made there, and in Syria. For some reason I posted this on FB as a precis, but I thought I’d put it on here […]
We joked that this was the Last Rain, the Covenant over, a Deluge to ironise our British arrival. Lenghty enclosure, sleep-walking through terminals, interminable navigation of the night-fall city and windows blacked out; the unreadable look of a back-seat child, surely impossible through the dark glass. The sweet-dirty smell of the biggest cities. Whole streets […]
Amongst the many 48 Sheet billboards appearing across the city today, you’ll find my two, on the Highgate Road. Many thanks to Stanhope Hall Community Centre Women’s Group and EC Arts. Check out the 48 Sheet website for the full programme of events and a map of all the artworks.
I’m very excited to be working on a 48 Sheet commission. More will be revealed in the fullness of time, but it will be a portrait piece, based and sited, if all goes to plan, not very far at all from here.
Hello people! These were taken at Steampunk Funk on the tenth day of December, the year of our Lord two thousand and eleven, at bar 78. Brought to yous all by these guys amongst others. The blue specks on one or two of the pictures are the result of rust from the newly recommissioned plumbing […]
on the way to buy fresh vegetables, sweeping moth powder from the bed frame, early morning light on light switches on a garish towel; the sky and the frames of our place. (september-october 2010, olympus 35sp, fuji superia 400, developed dusty around the corner for 15p, scanned on epson v700photo, retouched in lightroom)
of episode 1 of luther
I imagine you can make up your own mind on this one: a leaflet through my door in Balsall Heath, comparing one candidate to Stalin, printed by another candidate. Someone appears to be resorting to last minute propaganda. Unless it’s a double bluff. Is it defamatory? Probably not, but it’s kind of outrageous… New Labour?
I’ve been mounting up some pictures to sell, and found this one, thought I’d never scanned it and hey presto! here it is for your particular pleasure.