Yeah, okay it’s really old.  But everytime I watch it I love it a little bit more.  More UK venues please Mr Etienne de Crecy, and bring those nice shiny cubes along too.


Strange advertising by Sony on Tottenham Court Road this morning. No ice creams I noticed. Also no electronics, mostly pamphlets.

Not as good as the Police charity volleyball beach outside Liverpool street station two months ago.



A blog in which I make obvious my like of the word hyperbole.

At some point a few weeks ago (can be ratified) Central St Martin’s college of the illustrious University of the Arts London held a design show (University of the Arts; a place my father frowned at and said in a very father-like voice that it was not somewhere he had heard of) . I went because design shows I figure are better than reading prospectuses, and I’m quite interested in the digital design course.

Ground floor was art which I chiefly ignored and took a few photos of bright things and of some knitted food.

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Digital media was downstairs. It was very nice, but didn’t hold attention and I was mildly disappointed. There were some nice uses of technology; A video with hanging strips of blue and red in front of it which produced a slightly different video depending on where you stood. It might have stretched the suggestion that each video gave a different viewpoint when they were really quite similar, but It got the audience to jump around between screens which was nice to play with. There was also a podium which displayed different ‘layers of lives’ (video fragments) which played depending on which sensor hand hovered over. Someone had a play making an augmented reality shopping assistant which was good for a wave around.

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Upstairs, after some nicely rickety wooden staircase was photography. A guy [Fen Yu Jen] had done some photo adventuring around the UK taking photos of people who serve tourists as their job. I liked the photos. Using a button trigger, the photos are nice; really serene in a simple sort of way.


I found some illustration work by Kelly Joy Sandall. Blurb:

“Anxious by the passing of time compounded by a personal sense of loss and absence, I set out to capture illusive moments. The personal became a vehicle in which to express this loss. The balloon can be used to celebrate, mask, burst of reveal. It can hide a moment, it can create a fleeting moment, it can be erased completely in an attempt to peel back time.”

Sure I like pictures of balloons. I wondered if in finding a dissertations theme whether this just creates philosophical hyperbole. Work should impress first and be supported by words – and if there’s art and philosophy behind it that then wonderful, lovely. But when it seems as thought short paragraph of art hyperbole is what drives it then the product seems to take a dive. I overheard a girl telling her mother how a friend had made an awesome book where as you turned the pages, the overlapping of pages moved from predominantly light to predominantly dark, not only representing the light changes during a single day, but also through a year. Very clever, thought I, viewing the book in a new light.

Maybe that’s my problem. I want to see digital design that uses new technology, makes sense and is interesting, and doesn’t set out a hyperbole alarm off.

Sidenote: I like the first photo a lot because it reminds me of photos by my friend Bob.

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We work in in the top floor of a building that looks like it’s trying to be a warehouse. Perhaps it is a warehouse, and maybe I haven’t met enough warehouses. It has some wooden floors I like, big spaces, some pillars and white walls.

@tobytriumph is coming to draw on the walls. He has a website unsurprisingly called and did the illustrations for hopfarm.comwhich are nice. We got asked for suggestions. I would like a diplodocus stegosaurus. I have drawn him with some shoes.


Art that is not art.

June 18, 2009


This is the result of a cultural enlightenment trip during a lunch break to Whitechapel Art Gallery.  The artist liked Mannequins.

Some were dressed in space suits and lay on the floor, and some wore other things and lay in other positions. One piece was very yellow and involved some netting, a trolley and some pipes.

I’m not sure I did.

Other highlights.

  • A baby-faced head with a helmet.
  • Stacked objects.
  • Brightly coloured plastic strips


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Super white exhibition

June 7, 2009

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I may still be having confused fights with my new mac’s keypad (where is the ‘home’ button please?), but yesterday I had a play at furthering my ‘London chic’ side.  My bike’s just been fixed after a string of tedious punctures, which took a long time to fix since my bicycle capabilities stretch to removing the quick-release wheels.  Helpfully, a few friends have told me I’d be mad to cycle on London roads, which is tosh.

So I cycled off to the Super Contemporary exhibition at the Design Museum on the South Bank.  It’s essentially a big time line with designs, events, people and news that have shaped our perception of design that goes around the room, which is really quite nicely done and reminded me a bit of the Science Museum in the way that when I was younger I discovered that information stuff didn’t have to be dull.  It was pretty browsey and lightweight, which was quite nice because there were lots and lots of brightly coloured small things to look at (I am a sucker for brightly coloured things, especially if made out of paper it seems).

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The nicest part was from a couple of companies asked to make maps of London.  A few were pretty standard – not bad, just the sort of thing I’d have leapt to do in a silly crafty girly way e.g. pictures stuck around parts of the map to indicate memories.  Airlift, a company I feel quite unintelligent not to have heard of, made a lovely map which ignored the logistics of London but was very impressive.  A hand-drawn St Pancras monster was roaring, small people were discussing cheese on the Eurostar, and ‘the Devil and his Cock’ made an appearance.  The photos are a bit full of reflections, but my favourite bits came out legibly.


This was a nice big sculpture of Trafalgar Square with a big raised garden field.  Nelson ends up being a statue, and there’s also some funky slides at the top.


There was also a chalkboard that said Protect me from my Protectors above it. We didn’t need protecting, so played noughts and crosses instead.

There was an upstairs with more design ‘stuff’ that centered around big clever designs – something about big modern designers pushing boats and stuff.  My favourite parts  of this section (and I suspect here that my version of good art isn’t the same as everyone else’s) were the child that sat on an installation, some dangling coat hangers, some sort of robot with page-tabs for shoulders, and the screen that said erection on it.  Unfortunately I couldn’t take a photo of this joy since the TV blurred and fuzzed at my camera, but I did of the child, much like a skulking anoraked man.

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We then proceeded to spend as much time in the gift shop as in the exhibition. And then we went home. by which I mean the pub.


May 30, 2009

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I like this shop, and now for some reason which can only be good, it has this week acquired some big, bright cardboard birdhouses in the window.  It sells sweets from jars that line the wall behind the counter.  It’s the kind of place Roald Dahl might have gone (although I’ve read his autobiography, and he didn’t).  There is also a nice lady in the shop who didn’t bat an eyelid when I asked for one of everything at christmas time (hunting for a present for my father that wasn’t socks).

If you visit when school children aren’t standing around drooling, dithering for at least half an hour, and doing very little (specifically what I go in to do) then it’s wonderful.  If they are there however, the illusion of being seven years old is ruined and it’s best to leave.

I want to see more shop windows that make me grab a camera.