A backless chair. Found somewhere in Western Australia.
The Way Things Go…
In the news this morning was the death of artist David Weiss who collaborated with Peter Fischli to produce ‘Der Lauf Der Dinge’ (The Way Things Go). R.I.P Mr Weiss.
Wrong Shots
An Accidental Polaroid.
Fiji Gramophone Toast
Whilst travelling through Fiji in February 2011, I noticed odd cooking utensils creeping into the kitchens I cooked in… This camping toaster was placed on the hob and used as a regular toaster. I’d sort of describe it as the Gramophone of toasters.
Post.
My friend Tom cycled from England to Sri Lanka. He sent me post.
Strasbourg.
Vienna.
Budapest.
Istanbul.
Erzurum.
Tehran.
Pakistan.
Delhi.
Stamps (not a place. just some stamps.)
Evolution of Trolley
Found in the Blue Mountains, New South Wales, Australia…
Istanbul: The Workshop Bazaar
I travelled to Istanbul for a week in October 2011 as the sun dwindled across Europe. I found myself in the bazaars under the mosques, in the old market place, by the bridges, under tunnels, sprawling out like the city itself, selling hundreds and hundreds of objects. Some of these bazaars I found curious. The pet shop bazaar, with the balding African parrot the vast selection of chipmunks and the workshop bazaar, selling everything from traffic cones to sanding disks were my two favourites – mainly because I really wasn’t expecting them to exist. But they do. Here are some photos from the workshop bazaar, which sells everything from sanding disks to bristles, to traffic cones and beautiful stashes of paint powder.
This Definitely Happened.
Looking back at the predictions of the anti-Tory members of public in the 2010 electoral campaign that ring true in 2012… it looks like you just can’t teach an old, Tory dog new tricks.
One Day, This Will Happen
Somehow, they’re just not as impressive as old punks.
Bronze Memories
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Berlin has a lot to remember. And it remembers things very, very successfully.
Small, square bronze pavement plaques pepper the streets of Berlin. There are names in the squares of Jewish families who were taken away by Nazis. The more the bronze is walked over and worn, the more it is polished and kept ‘new’ – rather than a static monument, these plaques are woven into every day life.
