oranges and buns

Nottingham Castle. Half hours among its art treasures. A guide for visitors and students. 1928

'The appeal of art is universal. How can we ensure that its gracious influence shall be made to shine in upon all minds? Much pity has been wasted on the rich man who has made himself the owner of art treasures to whose merits he is blind. The people are in much the same plight. Large expenditure of public money and boundless private generosity have gone to the provision of the treasures of our art galleries and museums.

However, if people are at present too apt to regard an art gallery as a convenient place for the consumption of oranges and buns, it must be admitted the fault is not entirely theirs. Their failure to appreciate what is so richly placed within their reach is to be charged rather to a defect in the methods of those who provide and mange the institutions in which the treasures are exhibited.'   

Live is life

a gesture cannot be regarded as the expression of an individual

'If our planet has seen some eighty billion people it is difficult to suppose that every individual has had his or her own repertory of gestures. Arithmetically, it is simply impossible. Without the slightest doubt, there are far fewer gestures in the world than there are individuals. That finding leads us to a shocking conclusion: a gesture is more individual than an individual. We could put it in the form of an aphorism: many people, few gestures.
When I talked about the woman at the pool, that 'the essence of her charm, independent of time, revealed itself for a second in that gesture and dazzled me'. Yes, that's how I perceived it at the time, but I was wrong. The gesture revealed nothing of that woman's essence, one could rather say that the woman revealed to me the charm of a gesture. A gesture cannot be regarded as the expression of an individual, as their creation (because no individual is capable of creating a fully original gesture, belonging to nobody else), nor can it even be regarded as that person's instrument; on the contrary, it is gestures that use us as their instruments, as their bearers and incarnations.'

from monologue to dialogue

technology decides everything

new times demand new forms

Dreams Old and Nascent

The surface of dreams is broken,

The picture of the past is shaken and scattered. 

Gentleman's Magazine 1886

       Filey

The white rocks, the extensive sands, the fine curvature of the bay, the snowy foam and ever interesting ocean, arouse excitability, cheering and tranquilizing..

On a mild summer's evening, while I have been towed along the smooth waters of the bay, and while I looked on the rocks and the coast, and the sea all tinged with the rich setting sun..

 I forgot for a time to envy the lot of the traveler who gazes on the superior glories of the Frith of Edinburgh, the Bay of Naples or the Port of Constantinople.

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