More random pictures
I can’t write this week. Visual culture has taken over. The image is imagination. Maybe the poetry is in the combination of instagram and hipstamatic. The way the people and the still lives mingle. The justaposition and unexpected sequences. A heart scratched on the wall next to a man with a guitar next to a bottle of wine. Who knows.
A week of mostly mixing and hiding from the grey cold east wind in London City. Not much to report, except the sounds, I think the sounds are exceptional.