Genuine Magic, Macabre included: ‘Murmurs’.
Strolling along Southbank, the magic of Christmas feels somewhat dampened by the obligatory sparkled tat on offer in the faux Germanic market and the sad fact that my friend and I cannot quite justify […]
Flanerie
Walking in Poplar: A kinaesthetic place-ballet
Erno Goldfinger’s Balfron Tower (Home) Criss-crossing unfamiliar avenues in an attempt to defamiliarise my connection with my home turf; I took the long meandering way… Like a thread unravelling before me in the streets, walking in Poplar […]
(Drifting through) Our Brutal Streets
Preamble Italo Calvino illustrates the city in Cosmicomics (1968) as a multifaceted ‘cluster of crystals’ where one must walk ‘along the edge of moldings and invisible friezes, like ants … crossing a city [to] follow […]
A Marianne Faithfull Moment
Faithful Once a year or two—if I’m in the neighbourhood—I drop by the Salisbury on St Martin’s Lane, and prop my bones up against the bar. I stand in the same place and stare at […]