A Bridge Too Far

Jan Kaplicky at the Design Museum

Hampstead Stair Project

Initial rhino sketches of spiral idea

Materials Observation 2

Materials Observation - around the house so far

Am i stupid or is this blogspot REALLY difficult to use?

...That was a rhetorical question, but I seem to have to sign in whenever I look at something new, and then I can't seem to comment on stuff or actually view new posts. Maybe its just too early on Saturday morning for my brain to comprehend this interweb stuff.

cities... shit, pick one...

right gang, if you're in my group you'll know about this, otherwise you won't.

so what makes Jerusalem so special, any comments please? who wants to take which bit of the fairly obvious geo-socio-eco-transporto-type facets of this wonderful discussion?

Running the gauntlet to the bus stop

To get to the bus, I walk my terraced street, as it winds gently up to the crossroads with New Park Road. Then over, and along the narrow canyon of Morrish Road to Brixton Hill. Why does it feel so different to my street? Its only a narrow ribbon of tarmac, but the far side of that crossroads definitely isn't home anymore...
The warm red bricks of my street, which seem to hold any sunlight so warmly, gives way to the disordered styles of Morrish Road. Here its all faded greys, and jaundiced yellows, like the faces of the old men nursing a flat beer and rollie outside the Hand in Hand, as they check the credentials of pedestrians crossing into their strip. A sign on the door reads "minimum purchase 2.50 on match days".
And thats what it feels like. Warm terracotta colours for the home team, stepping into caution and a watchful away team's territory as you cross that street, away day colours marking the difference.