Showing posts with label Streets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Streets. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Ode to my street

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.



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


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.

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