It has been a hot, difficult summer and only now can I feel the pressure begin to drop in the air. The darkening skies and the tentative rain are not foreboding, they signal respite from the season before. Autumn is already here for the meteorologists, and not far off for the astronomers. Read the rest of this entry »
What they say of troubles, that they never come alone, might also be said of the passions. They arrive together, like the Muses or the Furies.
François-René de Chateaubriand, Memoirs from Beyond the Grave
I recently made my way around Sir John Soane’s Museum, the house of the 19th century architect, left untouched since his death. Rather than the curation you would see in a normal museum, I encountered the curation of a home, of a man. Soane was a collector, of art, artefacts, the esoteric. He was also a creator, and so the home is full of his follies and innovations, architecturally and thematically. Read the rest of this entry »
The Antony Gormley statue Resolution stands on the corner of Shoe Lane and St Bride Street. Upon its unveiling in 2007 the artist explained, “Seen from afar it looks like a man, from close up it looks like a city.” Read the rest of this entry »
The supermarket convenience store is defined by an absence, by what it is not.
I think that suburbia can have a reputation for being impersonal, lacking a sense of community or togetherness. I suspect that is sometimes part of the appeal. I also suspect that you can feel just as isolated in cities or villages or any other metropolitan area. Read the rest of this entry »
