6th April 2014

Wall pasting and a coffee festival in Brick Lane. Talking too fast, nothing to say.

The wall of the Walled Garden in Brockwell Park, somewhere to be.

I love these flats round the back of Old Street. Doubled decker, decked out in Blue, the sky looks benign but today it was full of particulates, killing us softly.

Ben Hauke at the National Portrait Gallery, the new meets the old.

Brixton Market with it’s piss smell charm on a sunny Saturday, still fighting gentrification.

A Triumph of design and engineering slowly rusting in Elm Park.

And London City, the classic view from Brockwell Park, got to love it, got to hate it, got to keep on living here because it is most definitely somewhere.

Look I did write some stuff…

23rd March 2014

…but it doesn’t seem to make sense anymore.

Inevitable Blossom Shot

23rd March 2014

Inevitable Blossom Shot Is it dangerous to really love a band?

concrete, clothes, cars

6th March 2014

Stairs and Chairs

25th February 2014

round and around in small circles… but we have a way up now, and that is surely a step forward.