Heading home the other day I spotted someone doing... something outside the block of flats I live in ( Read more... )

Last year, I suddenly discovered that my offices (on a university campus) were near the art department.

This year we have seen no such high-jinks, but there has been a stripy sign up proclaiming that we could visit this year's degree show if we wanted. Last Thursday, hjalfi herded some of us across the grass to go and look at art.

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On Saturday, I bumped into philipstorry and we scooped snow_leopard off her train for a day of wombling round museums. Our principal purpose was to go to the Man Ray exhibition at the National Potrait Gallery.

( Black and white )

All this week I've been afflicted with a recurring earworm, in the form of Red Lorry Yellow Lorry's Talk About The Weather. Let's not. Let's talk about something else.

( Stand back! I'm going to try and engage with modern art... )

I've written here before about going to Cake Parties - the principle is simple: make cake, take cake to party, eat cake. Then we tried a pie party, which worked pretty well. This time the host decreed we were going to have a Christmas party. She would provide us with turkey curry and mulled cider, the rest of us were to bring Christmassy cakes ( Read more... )

Fringe benefits of being on the university campus...

( I guess we're near the art department then... )

Hurrah for whoever TfL commissioned to do their advert for Notting Hill Carnival. I think it's inspired, and clever, and rather endearing all at the same time.

For those who haven't seen it in the wild in a tube station, there's a small version on TfL's page about the carnivalI think it looks better - and a bit less awkward - at poster size. But ( Read more... )

Saturday was a day of culture: the Institute of Contemporary Arts, and the Tate Modern. OK, if we're strictly accurate, four of us went to see ( Jeffrey Lewis @ ICA )

I've been wandering in London again. Mostly in Greenwich, where I was delighted to discover that the Observatory is free. Maybe it's some kind of reward for people who manage to walk all the way up the hill to get there ( Read more... )

I seem to have developed one of those annoying colds where if you're vertical you're constantly sneezing and blowing your nose, and if you lie down you can't breathe. Bah. I'll slump pathetically with a laptop, then.

On Saturday morning, ChrisC and I sallied forth across London to go to the Royal College of Arts to see the Secret exhibition.

( Introductory waffling about art. And Slides. )