Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Hastening to Hastings
We had a splendid time by the sea in Sussex, oh, ever so long ago now. In between torrential squalls of rain, I took a few snaps of it's loveliness. Early July is already such a distant memory ...
Labels:
architecture,
England,
holiday,
seaside
Sunday, 3 June 2012
Sunday, 28 November 2010
City of dreaming spires
And one very cool house in Portobello Road. Pretty much anything looks good if you use Scrabble tiles...
Labels:
architecture,
Oxford,
portobello,
scrabble
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Salamanca is
We've spent a splendid long weekend in Spain for the "boda" of a dear friend.
To me, Salamanca is:
An intensely romantic castle to stay in and celebrate in
Tapas in the Placa Mayor with friends-of-friends, who just became friends
A happy bride dancing to "You're The One That I Want" in red Converse
Churros y chocolate for the morning after the night before
Some serious Gothic architecture
And some rather less serious surprises!
We loved it! Felicidades a B y J - muchas gracias para invitarnos, fue un privilegio.
To me, Salamanca is:
An intensely romantic castle to stay in and celebrate in
Tapas in the Placa Mayor with friends-of-friends, who just became friends
A happy bride dancing to "You're The One That I Want" in red Converse
Churros y chocolate for the morning after the night before
Some serious Gothic architecture
And some rather less serious surprises!
We loved it! Felicidades a B y J - muchas gracias para invitarnos, fue un privilegio.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Northumbria holiday in pictures
We've been to the North-East for a little holiday at The Boy's mum's house.
We exercised our inner junkaholic, scrutinising car boot finds and doing a little antique-ing ourselves.
We found this sweet vintage camera in a thrift shop - and searched in vain online for a UK source of Kodak 126 film.
We looked up in Newcastle - isn't it great what you notice when you look up?
and in these beautiful surroundings at Belsay Hall - a ruined castle ...
and a quarry garden!
We were startled and fascinated in equal measure by Mat Collishaw's 'The Garden of Unearthly Delights' zoetrope of creepy cupids smashing robins' eggs and spearing snails.
We ate a lot. From tapas to curry to birthday cake.
We chilled out, and enjoyed the last of summer.
(Thanks Carol!)
http://thisbutterflymind.blogspot.com/
We exercised our inner junkaholic, scrutinising car boot finds and doing a little antique-ing ourselves.
We found this sweet vintage camera in a thrift shop - and searched in vain online for a UK source of Kodak 126 film.
We looked up in Newcastle - isn't it great what you notice when you look up?
We admired art - on walls ...
and in these beautiful surroundings at Belsay Hall - a ruined castle ...
and a quarry garden!
We were startled and fascinated in equal measure by Mat Collishaw's 'The Garden of Unearthly Delights' zoetrope of creepy cupids smashing robins' eggs and spearing snails.
We ate a lot. From tapas to curry to birthday cake.
We chilled out, and enjoyed the last of summer.
http://thisbutterflymind.blogspot.com/
Labels:
architecture,
art,
holiday,
Newcastle,
northumbria,
summer
Sunday, 31 January 2010
In praise of Fifties architecture
On a bright sunny day - cold but crisp and clear, I found myself waiting at the bus-stop outside this fine example of municipal architecture.
Once, it was the telephone exchange for Walthamstow, but now it lies derelict. I love the clean lines, the blocky font, the moulded concrete. The bright blue sky and skeletal wintry trees help.
Looking at it, I feel nostaglic for a world that probably never really existed. A world where Skylon was the vision of the future and the everyday looked something like a Ladybird book illustration:
Once, it was the telephone exchange for Walthamstow, but now it lies derelict. I love the clean lines, the blocky font, the moulded concrete. The bright blue sky and skeletal wintry trees help.
Looking at it, I feel nostaglic for a world that probably never really existed. A world where Skylon was the vision of the future and the everyday looked something like a Ladybird book illustration:
Now, here's a nice pipe dream: imagine rescuing the building and turning it into a house, full of long white walls, bright sunlight and Mid-Century Modern furniture. And maybe a roof terrace with bamboo and a deck. Ah, well, I can dream...
Labels:
architecture,
In praise of,
Ladybird books,
Walthamstow
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