The Tate Britain has, as you probably know, a permanent 'Walk Through British Art' exhibition, which occupies a large number of rooms divided over periods, often by individual decade. The last time I visited I spent most of my time in the 1900-themed room. What intrigued me most and caught my imagination was that these … Continue reading Ludgate Circus
The year I spent in Texas was pretty much the worst year of my life. Reed Junior High School had an Eighth Grade class of over 500 students - the school I moved away from had 20 - and I was completely overwhelmed by the scale of it, confused as well by a Texas culture … Continue reading Jude
Uxbridge bus station exchange: Three women animatedly speaking Polish. A young man has had enough and approaches them: "Speak f*cking English!" he says loudly. The women stop, quietly sizing him up together. Then they turn back to each other and one says to the others, but loud enough for all to hear: "F*cking English." They … Continue reading Random II
The year, I'm guessing, was 1973. And it must have been late in the year because I remember the threat of rain throughout the day; Brasilia's dry season had come and gone. At the Summer Olympics the year before, the USA men's basketball team had suffered a controversial and ignominious defeat at the hands of … Continue reading When the Commies Came to Play
When the wind blows from the North we can hear the train. Not the thump-a-thump, thump-a-thump we heard as the carriages crossed the viaduct at the end of the street in the Czar Peter neighbourhood of Amsterdam, when the bedroom windows stood futilely open on hot summer nights; nor even the vague and distant rumble … Continue reading Travel Notes
Told you so. Soheila Sokhanvari, 'Moje Sabz', 2011 - Taxidermy, fiberglass, jesmonite blob, automobile paint. At Saatchi Gallery, London.
"No sir, that won't be a problem," said the heavily accented Dutch voice on the other end of a dim, crackling telephone line. In the 1980's calling anywhere from Ceuta, one of the two Spanish enclaves on the North African coast, was always problematic, even if it was only to Madrid. "With our centralized computer … Continue reading To Madrid, for a stamp.