Today’s photos, taken on a freezing January afternoon in 2014, are from the Palace of Versailles – the country home of the French monarchy from the 1682 until the French Revolution forced them back to central Paris. It seems they were quite into gold stuff. Enjoy!
While uploading the photographs from my latest weekend away, I’ve realised that I have thousands of photographs on various memory cards that have never seen the light of day – they’re frankly too pretentious for Facebook, and I need to admit to myself that I’m never going to get around to getting any of them printed. So as a new feature, I’m going to share some of them here every Sunday. Expect everything from the plastic horses of Brighton Pier to the tower blocks of sunny Croydon, with a few European cities thrown in for good measure.
Here’s the first installment – a few choice snaps from Munich’s Spielzeugmuseum, or toy museum, which I visited last week. It’s based in the top four floors of a clock tower in the city’s main square, Marienplatz, and houses everything from the original Steiff teddy bears from the early 1900s, to 1940s toy soldiers, to kitsch 1980s robots (which I think you’ll see I was quite taken with). Enjoy!
This weekend, a bunch of people are coming to London to play some games, so everyone is really excited. There’s no prizes for guessing that I’m not a huge sports fan, but despite my best efforts (and despite the hideousness that they are inflicting upon every single journey I make) I’m actually quite looking forward to the Olympics too. Of course I’m aware of the numerous political clusterfucks, and how shit it’s probably made life for residents of East London, but it’s happening regardless so I’m just going to treat it like a big sporty party on my doorstep. Albeit an extremely heavily policed one, and one that’s full of Americans. Not that I begrudge our friends from across the pond, though. The other day I listened to three of them debating whether Canada Water tube station had any kind of link with the country Canada for almost ten minutes. Priceless.
I live in South East London, and as such have had the misfortune of having to go to the Olympic park to queue for 2 hours for some tickets that weren’t even mine. As resident ‘girl with a decent camera’, I’ve also been roped in to follow around the torch relay for this TOTES BRILL Olympics blog, which is in no way to do with anyone I know, honest. But on the bright side, I got a few nice pictures, which I have displayed below for your viewing pleasure.
Today, I went down to Somerset House to see the new installation by Fernando Casasempere.
I felt kind of let down at first because the image on the poster looks a lot like a doctor’s hand holding a human heart, when the exhibition is actually just a bunch of clay flowers. But despite my initial disappointment, it was a pretty nice way to wile away half an hour of a sunny afternoon.
Song Dong: Waste Not @ Barbican Curve
I am a girl. As part of my remit as a card-carrying member of the fairer sex, I am hard-wired to gush on command at anything displaying even the faintest hint of sentiment, nostalgia or filial love. It’s the reason why is any clean-shaven young gentleman who has suffered the trauma of witnessing his mother’s second cousin’s dog’s brother go through the trauma of an ingrown toenail is guaranteed to win the X Factor, don’t you know.
With this taken into consideration, Chinese artist Song Dong’s first major UK installation, Waste Not, was the ideal way to spend a Sunday afternoon.