We were tired in Whitstable

We were tired and fattened and half drunk from dinner, but the early evening was warm and calm. Before the train back to London, we walked down along the shore to catch the last light that Whitstable Bay could spare. It was beautiful. We could have spent the night sleeping right there on the sand, but she’d already paid for the return tickets.

Violence, sleaze, drugs, and filth in Hollywood

An itemized list of my impressions of Los Angeles There’s very little I can tell you about Los Angeles  that hasn’t been already been said countless times before. There is no new revelation to be found in repeated tales of shattered dreams and careless degeneracy in the Hollywood Hills. You know all about that stuff already, everybody knows it….

A Mural in Westbourne Park

Just a quick one today. I recently started a journalism course near Westbourne Park, West London. On my way to class last week, I caught site of this impressive mural on an otherwise wholly unremarkable street. I’ll post something more substantial in the the next week or so. You can now follow my increasingly strange…

Do I feel lucky?

I cannot recall ever visiting a place as covered in graffiti as I encountered while travelling through Athens last week. Barely a single surface in the city has been spared the spray can and while the overwhelming majority of jottings extend to little more than tags, anarchist slogans and profanity, there is without doubt a whole stack talented artists producing street…

Press to reset the world

It’s been quite a few weeks since I published anything, so please accept my apologies. We were in East London at the weekend and had time to photograph the new street art on display for your pleasure. Just a short post today as I’ve been having trouble typing recently. Hopefully the pictures will speak for themselves….