Archives for category: Art

sometimes you come across conceptual art and you get the idea, but you still think it’s a load of crap. but sometimes you come across it and it just captivates you.

the ‘it’s a small world’ exhibition at the danish design centre features a ‘soul wash’, allowing you to walk through spinning tassels and do just that. created by artists henrik vibskov and andreas emenius, both graduates of central saint martins.

hc andersens boulevard 27
dk-1553 copenhagen v


on a walk through vaernedamsvej in copenhagen, i did a double take…is that a sock on that sign?

on closer inspection, i realised it was a little piece of love in the form of knitted street art. guerrilla knitting, urban knitting, yarnbombing, whatever you want to call it, it’s been popping up everywhere from austin to australia for years. but it’s so lovely to come across it by chance.

check out the work of knitta please, the ‘original knit graffiti crew’, at

“by seeing london, i’ve seen as much as the world can show” – samuel johnson

old sammy boy may’ve been slightly biased–what with the whole ‘tired of london, tired of life’ diatribe (clearly he never had to take the 43 bus home from old street on a rainy monday night)–but he had a point. if you can’t find a way to amuse yourself in london, you may be beyond pleasing.

try, for starters, the vibrant, bustlingly dickensian borough market for brunch with a limitless menu of sarnies, salads, raclettes,  paellas, mezzes, cakes and more (with plenty to sample)…

borough market

go for the smoked toulouse sausage sandwich with rocket and mustard and a flat white coffee (a bargain for six quid as it’s a three-mealer, i.e., breakfast, lunch and dinner all-in-one)

smoked toulouse sausage from borough market

then follow it up with a clove-filled mulled wine (three quid) served up with a smile (free)…

mulled wine at borough market

if you’re up for stroll, venture down the south bank and catch a free concert along the way under blackfriars bridge

blackfriars tunnel quartet

brave the crowds at the tate modern or hop on a bus down to shoreditch to check out some galleries for something completely different. like PETROL, a show of painted car bonnets, at signal gallery on curtain road…

curtain road gallery

or just walk around to see the art on the street.

curtain road grafitti

cordy house

total cost for all that food and culture = 11 quid.

palais de tokyo

palais de tokyo skaters

palais de tokyo foyer

a first trip to paris is not complete without a round of le louvre, notre dame, la tour eiffel and l’arc de triomphe. once you get those out of the way you can actually enjoy yourself. on my recent fourth trip to the city, i felt less pressure to see E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. and more freedom to stroll the streets without deadline, savour each sip of café crème/champagne and relish each bite of croissant/poisse/saucisson/entrecôte/foie gras/etc. but you can get a taste of the real paris without spending a penny or ever setting foot indoors…

marais street art

MJ at the Galleries de Tokyo

un beast


tuleries sculpture

image at jardins de luxembourg

i’ve been doodling a lot lately. according to the bbc, it’s an expression of the subconscious mind. well, that explains it. i’m trying to sort a lot of stuff out and i’m channeling it through scrawls and scribbles. 

but apparently, drawing in the centre of a page suggests attention-seeking extroversion…


trees without leaves indicate isolation…


and portraits can mean self-idealisation…


oh dear.

i’d rather associate myself with these guys:

In published compilations of their materials, numerous historical figures have left behind doodles. Erasmus drew comical faces in the margins of his manuscripts and John Keats drew flowers in his medical note-books during lectures. Ralph Waldo Emerson, as a student at Harvard, decorated his composition books with somber, classical doodles, such as ornamental scrolls. In one place, he sketched a man whose feet have been bitten off by a great fish swimming nearby and added the caption, “My feet are gone. I am a fish. Yes, I am a fish!” (from wikipedia)