Sunday, 29 November 2009
Manchester Museum
Undercover
This is in the window of an art cafe in the Northern Quarter of Manchester. The exhibition 'Undercover', displays the work of embroidery graduates from Manchester Metropolitan. The cafe, Nexus, is slightly smelly and serves things like jacket potatoes and watery cappucinos, but I'm told it's real cool. The exhibition is scattered around the the cafe, amongst cracked leather sofas and hanging from the ceiling. Its pretty bad, but I thought this was quite effective.
Graham Sutherland
Thursday, 26 November 2009
sublime?
I'm writing an essay on the Sublime. It started off being quite interesting, but after working for five hours straight yesterday with a friend in my kitchen which was freezing and smelt like onion mixed with golden virginia, the enjoyment is kind of wearing off.
Gordale Scar, James Ward. 1812-1814
Monk by the Sea, Casper David Friedrich. 1808-1810
Snow storm - Steamer off a Harbour's Mouth, Turner. 1809.
Gordale Scar, James Ward. 1812-1814
Monk by the Sea, Casper David Friedrich. 1808-1810
Snow storm - Steamer off a Harbour's Mouth, Turner. 1809.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
bad boob jobs
bristol sun
Toilets
This is by far the prettiest building on the street tucked away and unused while the closest public toilet is a fifteen minute walk away and bears more than a passing resemblance to trainspotting's worst toilet in the world. The sole lightbulb looks down stairs of gritty cracked tiles and hosts a congregation of Bristol's least desirable characters.
Monday, 16 November 2009
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Modern Life
is 'nothing more than a vital energy, the will to love and to power, swimming in a sea of disorder, anarchy, destruction, individual alienation and despair.’
Thanks Nietzsche.
Thanks Nietzsche.
Saturday, 14 November 2009
bleak
Fortune Teller
So you pay this man 3 Lira, which is actually loads (£1.50) and he says 'What your name' and you tell him, then he says 'Chicken or rabbit' and you say rabbit(or chicken), and then he pulls out a draw with loads of little bits of paper in all folded up. Then he says to the rabbit, 'for (and says your name)' and holds the tray infront of the rabbit, and then rabbit picks a bit of paper from a tray of hundreds. And that, is your fortune. Mine said I had an important decision to make on monday. The guy had only 3 teeth, and they were all wobbly. I love Istanbul.
This is the ticket for the ferry
And these are the original harem pants
new term grim north
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