Saturday, November 26, 2011

Magical kebab caravan, Warsaw, Poland


The Air is dry ice, Walk back from the bar, where they had booked a whole floor for us. The models all go onto a series of wild clubs, they are good kids and the client is very sweet. Drunk but mostly very tired head for the hotel towering in the concrete distance. Real winter comes really early here.  Pass a magical kebab stand which is glowing in the mist and seems to be floating a few feet above the ground.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Saint Paul's cathedral, Protest camp, London

Saint Paul's is like some demented rave, although the soaring majesty of the building is only added to. The bells are ringing out proud and hard drowning out the tribal techno beats. 

The protesters tented village butts right up to the steps. It looks very medieval, haggered canvas against the brilliant white stone.

Discreet police barricades hide under archways, containing too easily the sprawling encampment. I want to feel more but I don't. It just reminds me of Goose fair in Nottingham.

Someone once told me they would march the flocks through tar and then though sand to make a kind of shoe for their journey to market.

Friday, November 18, 2011


Through tired, too early morning eyes chance upon a giant enchanted butterfly.
It is part Skateboard and part heavy metal magazine.
The day is looking up.

Looks like a painting, 11eme

Saw the Gerhard Richter exhibition in london few days ago, uncomfortable feeling that I'm the only person in Europe who thinks his abstract canvases are not very good.