vida em fotos

Everything was going swimmingly

India, Afghanistan, Burkina Faso, Colombia

Byron Cinema, Hucknall, Nottingham

 The last word in cinema construction and comfort...Decorations will be modern and tasteful...



 

Daytona Beach, Florida 1904 / 1957

Goodbye to Berlin

Barbara K

“But seriously, I believe I'm a sort of Ideal Woman, if you know what I mean. I'm the sort of woman who can take men away from their wives, but I could never keep anybody for long. And that's because I'm the type which every man imagines he wants, until he gets me; and then he finds he doesn't really, after all.” 

Smoke in the City

 

The Gare St-Lazarre (1877)

 

 

Nothing is permanent, nothing is fixed. There is a freedom to disappear into the city like a vapour. Amidst the anonymity of great urban spaces; all that is solid melts into steam.
 

Electrifying

Drinking Partners 1942

 

 

"I arrived to find Winston and Stalin … sitting with a heavily laden board between them: food of all kinds crowned by a suckling pig, and innumerable empty bottles....What Stalin made me drink seemed pretty savage: Winston, who by that time was complaining of a slight headache, seemed wisely to be confining himself to a comparatively innocuous effervescent Caucasian red wine.....everything seemed to be as merry as a marriage-bell" 

Manor Road Garage

'We have died, we have slain and been slain,
We are not our old selves any more.
I feel new and eager
To start again'.

sweaty palms

Fiery yellow, burning orange, deepest purple and a midnight blue. 

A myriad of twilight colors above the ever blackening silhouettes below; an abiding contrast in a fleeting moment, a sense of completeness in a transient view.

Happy New Year

A trail of whispering clouds pass across the low horizon, with occasional speckles of golden sunlight permeating through their thin veneer - a welcome relief after many days of incessant winter rain. As the late afternoon sky turns to dusk, a biting wind attempts on stealing the attention of a couple sitting on a park bench, in an affectionate and warming embrace. To this sharp decline in temperature, they remain oblivious. 

the high level branch

In the year 1851, when all that glittering roof was built, in order to exhibit the petty arts of our fashionable luxury carved bedsteads of Vienna, glued toys of Switzerland and gay jewellery from France - in that very year, I say, the greatest pictures of Venetian masters were rotting at Venice in the rain, for want of a roof to cover them, with holes made by cannon shot through their canvas.

the last night on earth

If its the last night on earth i'm flying away with the flamingos   

Leningrad 1944

We brought out vodka. We sang, cried and laughed. A great work had ended, impossible deeds had been done. But we also felt confusion. How should we live now?

i wish i was here

everything everything anything

Adidas United

Empty. But still here.

Empty. But still here.

green dream

The emerald lawn. That's all he could remember, it was all he had. Perhaps it was because he had been so drawn to it in the first place, as he found the inch-perfect green beryl carpet deeply satisfying; nature standing to attention. A swirl of emerald, dark green with a greyish hue - this he had, no more.

There was something about the Burgh Island Hotel lawn; at the meticulous and delicate hands of an expert gardener it became a veneration of the dazzling yet orderly geometric lines of the new building.

Running water. Edward's hazy emerald dream came to an abrupt end. A stream of water was flowing from the lavish nickel plated taps of his en-suite bathroom. He raised from his bed - too quick - he was out again; first black, then green.

Tiger

yes i know what you mean when i picked him up

yesterday he done five lots of pooh on the way

home. And when we got in he done it all

over my new carpet so i thought you

had given him something on christmas day

to upset him. Never mind.

Animals do that sometimes. Paul

Kamila

thin sheets of ice cling to the riverbank

a wisp of cloud for her breath

a dark and hasty water

gently she steps into the boat; an uneven welcome

pulls away from the magnificant bridge;

gold leaf paint and turquoise blue

upstream, the city now distant

she is the ice queen

Pump up the jam / pump it up / why your feet are stomping? / And the jam is pumping / look at it get the crowd jumpin' / pump it up a little more ...

look at this naughty Ford sign, with its soft, bulbous letters and neon perimeter lighting:

Let's build a dreamland together in the sand..

Blow in her face and she'll follow you anywhere

Hit her with tangy Tiaplet Cherry, Or rich grapey Tipalet Burgandy. Or luscious Tipalet Blueberry. Its Wild!

A puff in her direction and she'll follow you anywhere.

Here's something good from my head:

It is the 20th June 1984. Somewhere in the foothills of the Bavarian Alps, a rich German businessman is gunning his jet black Porsche 911 turbo, up and up the winding roads to his bauhaus power-pad (fully glazed facade, coloured glass-block partition walls, mezzanine love-nest, cocktail bar, sun terrace).

The sun has been shining down every day for over a month. He is slurping on a can of Pepsi and nodding along to some terrible German rock music on the cassette player. The threads? Leather jacket, white shirt, grey trousers, white socks and expensive shoes. The look? Medium sized mullet and well groomed moustache (naturlich).

Upon arrival (crunchy gravel drive) he goes to the bedroom and changes into an absolutely amazing dark green addidas tracksuit with white zip. He walks through to the spotlessly clean lounge, opens the sliding doors and hits the ice-white Turnturi fitness-bike; flicks the dial to 'schwer' (hard) and pumps for 30 mins.

He glances up at the Seiko drop dial wall clock. Its 8.15pm. The match kicks off in fifteen minutes. Perfect. He sits down on the pea-green leather sofa and pours out a healthy slug of apple schnapps. 560 miles away in Paris, West Germany are about to play their last UEFA 84 group match against Spain in the Parc de Princes. The TV pundits are in confident mood, lauding Rudi Vollers' clinical brace in the 2-1 defeat of Romania. Just one point needed tonight and yet another final beckons.

The sun begins to set behind the mountains, turning the sky a luxurious red. He pours another schnapps, lights a cigarette and smiles to himself. The referee blows his whistle....

Leeds International Baths: iconic 1967 brutalist swimming pool

adjoining fitness centre with naughty concrete starburst cladding

sent to the dogs