9 January, 2013
Dear London Underground,
Happy 150th birthday!
There have been inexplicable delays, blackened ‘nose residue’; a one hour halt on the Central line between Liverpool Street and Bank which I endured Elaine Benes-style one rainy Sunday afternoon in 2009 (I’ll not forget!); the cavernous, gleaming Spooks-like interiors of Canary Wharf; the everyone-is-coming-at-me-from-360-degrees hustle and bustle of Liverpool Street and Victoria; the shabby elegance of the District Line stations; lugging airport baggage along the 500m ‘interchange’ at Green Park between the Jubilee and the Piccadilly lines; lots of hellos (and goodbyes) at my most-frequented stations – Bethnal Green, London Bridge, Southwark, Waterloo, Liverpool Street; the snow days which always brought the Underground to a stop. And most hilariously, one evening while on the way home, a sonorous announcement: ‘the next train will be delayed due to leaves on the track’.
Yours with great affection,
PS. My, how you’ve grown.
(1889, 1920, 1939 and 1964 from Retronaut; 2012 from TfL)
2 December, 2012
And suddenly, it’s that festive Yule-tide-y time of year again.
This is ace:
2 January, 2012
Admittedly been leaving the camera at home and just enjoying the holiday moments which seem to be whizzing past. I don’t have an appropriate photo for the occasion, but here’s a lovely one, courtesy of Animalarium.
20 December, 2011
Wow. The last year seems to have passed by in a flash. Suddenly, it’s the week before Christmas. Again.
As a practising (but struggling) minimalist, it’s a chance to lash out and purchase beautiful things for loved ones.
And to reflect on the year about to end, and the new one about to begin.
Not to mention an excuse to eat copious numbers of mince pies, enjoy bad music and pad about in pyjamas for elongated periods of time (joy!). And get all sentimental and nostalgic with friends and family at home.
Merry Christmas and safe, happy holidays to all!
(Image from Charley Harper Colours)
8 November, 2011
Stunning work from this year’s winner of the Observer/ Jonathan Cape/Comica graphic short story prize, Isabel Greenberg,
(With thanks to the Guardian)
4 October, 2011
Love of admiration. Love of dress. Love of display. Coquetry. Sentiment. Caprice. Fickleness. Enthusiasm. Good sense. Vanity. Selfishness.
Nary a smidgeon of intellect. Logic. Rational thought. Leadership. Honour. Honesty. Ability to run a household, manage children/significant other/parents/in-laws and hold down a job (not that the fine print is all that clear).
Obviously sexist by today’s standards.
But we’ll cut D.W. Kellog some slack given he (of course, it is a he!) drew this in the nineteenth century.
And because it’s so pretty.
(with thanks to BrainPickings)
3 October, 2011
Tube map-ey graphic ace-ness.
(with thanks to AnOther)
16 July, 2010
Entries for Transport for London‘s ‘Design London’s new skyline’ competition.
One runner up…
Another runner up…
And the winner…
(Images from here)
30 June, 2010
Lovely graphical musings on love, loss, destiny and the fabulous Miss Golightly.
Venn diagrams have never looked more charming.
More from here.
12 June, 2010
I visited Budapest in December 2003. It was bitterly cold, but lovely in the way that only an old European capital could be. I remember a city filled with quiet restaurants, lively bistros and cosy cafés exuding plenty of Old World charm, little independent galleries/shops selling beautiful Art Nouveau-style furnishings. And most of all, I remember a city full of stunning, eclectic, early twentieth century architecture. One did not need to see the guidebook-listed grand buildings for wonderfully flamboyant examples of the Bauhaus, Secessionist, Art Nouveau and Deco movements. Wandering around its broad boulevards and streets, you would be hard-pressed not to stumble upon any number of hidden architectural gems, usually in various states of (dis)repair – too many for the guidebook to mention.
It occurred to me much later, once I had returned to the West, why I had also found Budapest so peaceful, and beautiful. It was the complete lack of advertising. It was 2003 and Hungary would not enter the European Union for another 6 months. There were no posters exhorting you to buy this, or that, in order to be a better person and live a perfect life. Where a billboard would have been, there was only brick, or carved stone, or an unblemished roof line – a wonderful, healing respite for the eyes and the soul.
I don’t imagine Budapest is much the same today.
These images below (from here) communicate a similar spirit of non-consumerism and anti-advertising.
And I’m taking the ‘if it plays, it stays’ line to heart. My cheap, distinctly lo-fi mobile (it doesn’t even have a camera!) will do me for a long time yet.