Half a mile to the station
Seven minutes of duration
Broken window, stolen car
Someone sleeping at the back
All the floor, full of bones
Chicken, turkey, parts of phones
Bus smells just like chicken
Pack of fries halfway eaten
Bag of peanuts on the floor
Used trousers; I count four
No wheellie bins, front door with bags
Foxes scavenge while they have a fag
Watch your step in the morning
Piles of s***; just a warning
Is it human, is it dog's?
Not a scene from a catalogue
I saw a man sh*tting round the corner
Fights on the street and professional mourners*
Christmas trees on the curb
I just heard somebody burp
It's not bulls*it, all true story
It's my street. All full of glory
But that really is another story
*couldnt find another better word to rhyme with Corner.
This is the Banana Line. Change here for London observation, continuous complaining and eternal commuting.
Showing posts with label Streets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Streets. Show all posts
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Scissors, paper, rock
Sometimes, all it takes is just some paper, glue and a sharpie to be able to tell something to the World.
Cutouts in London.
Unknown @ Old Truman Brewery
Unknown @ Brick Ln
Latlas @ Old Truman Brewery
La Peregrina @ Columbia Road Flower Market
La Peregrina @ Columbia Road Flower Market
Unknown @ Ezra St
Unknown @Ezra St
Kinska @ Columbia Road Flower Market
Kinska @ Hanbury St
Unknown @ Hackney
Unknown @ Petitcoat Ln Market
Pablo Delgado @ Columbia Road Flower Market
Pablo Delgado @ Columbia Road Flower Market
Pablo Delgado @ Near Virginia Rd
Pablo Delgado @ Ebor St
Unknown @ Brick Ln
Unknown @ Redchurch St
Unknown @ New Bond Street
Unknown @ Hanbury St
Unknown @ Spitalfields Market
Unknown @ Hanbury St
Labels:
Cutout,
Kinska,
L'Atlas,
La Peregrina,
London,
Pablo Delgado,
Paper,
Photographs,
Street Art,
Streets,
Wall
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Little things
This is what happens when you are living in a massive budget. Student life is cruel. No treats. Make it or break it in your relationship with the city you live in.
London gave some light at the beginning, so that it woke up my ingeniosity. I developed the skill for doing and finding interesting things to do for free, although it didn't prove easy.
A very awkward class timetable did not allow me enough hours to have a part-time job but at the same time I had enormous gaps of free time. It just happened very organically to carry my camera with me at all times. War companion on the good times and bad times, I started capturing and collecting.
I walked for miles, got lost and found myself again. And I learnt to look up, to observe, not just walk. One thing that engineering taught me was to optimise actions, and so did I. I developed an extreme eye for detail while walking that sometimes people think it is going to far. But it is in those little things invisible to the eyes of all the very busy pedestrians: a hint of colour, volume or shape. All those things that makes it worth to spend a couple of seconds observing it and capturing the moment. Because as it happens with most of the good things in life, they don't last forever.
And I ended up with a fair collection of those insignificant (or not) details that I have come across during my inexpensive hikes around the city. One day I decided to find the things that they had in common with each other. It worked out like one of those IQ test that require to find the next item in the geometric series. I happened to find a lot of things that I liked, and I began to recognise them, to give them name, to relate them with a name and to find out even more about their authors.
And that's how my collection of street art begun.
Malarky (@TastyMalark). I noticed it because of the colour, high intensity hues. With sort of a reminiscence to as how egyptians used to paint their portraits in two dimensions. Funny smiley criatures. A hint of childhood dreams represented by an adult. And definitely different. I loved it ever since.
And if Malarky was all about explosions of colour and imaginary creatures, Roa happened to represent the real animal creatures amongst us. Rats, porks, birds. Just black and white. Just traces, like painted with charcoal in a brand new white canvas. But what makes all those pieces unforgettable is their huge dimensions, normally painted on empty and lonely walls, but turns them beautiful again.
I still remember those times in which graffiti was just all about tagging and making walls filthy.
Now, seriously. Don't just walk. Observe. Those little things.
Labels:
Graffiti,
London,
Malarky,
Photographs,
Roa,
Street Art,
Streets
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Streets
High Street Kensington
Ezra St.
29 Wardour St.
Henrietta Street
Rose St.
Turbine Hall. Tate Modern
Whitecross St.
Apple Market. Covent Garden
Old St. Thomas Church. Southwark
Brick Lane
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