Years ago, when I was studying for my finals, I went to one of my coursemate’s flats to revise. Painted on the back of the toilet door was an extract from Bridget Jones’ Diary, and my 22 year old self thought this was Da Bomb (although not in those terms because Da Bomb wasn’t a … Continue reading »
‘Life and death are the biggest polar opposites there are. I like love and I like hate… I like all those opposites. On and off. Happy and sad. In an artwork I always try to say something and deny it at the same time.’ …and Damien Hirst I’ve never really got Damien Hirst. And I’ve … Continue reading »
I spent this weekend with the lovely FF mooching around the streets, markets and coffee shops of Brixton and Shoreditch. On Saturday evening we went for a wander around the Tate Modern, and happened upon Ai Weiwei’s Kui Hua Zi – a pile of individually made ceramic sunflower seeds, arranged in a perfectly conical pile. … Continue reading »
The lovely Emma has been working in our office the past few weeks, and went to check out the Nancy Spero exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park this weekend. Here are her thoughts graciously offered as a guest blogpost for International Women’s Day: Entering the exhibition you are confronted by Maypole Take No … Continue reading »
‘We are also beings who take in more than we can easily process from the world around us; we know more than we realise, and that helps us to become self-questioning persons who are always aware things could be different. We learn this as children through fantasy and play, we keep it alive as adults … Continue reading »
December starts on Wednesday and in my diary I have no free nights for the next fortnight. All this chat about silence and solitude and space has only highlighted how frantically busy life is, especially in the run up to Christmas. Every second becomes precious and any lost time has to be made up for. … Continue reading »
B and I went to hear Rob Bell speaking at Methodist Central Hall last week, about suffering and creativity. About halfway through the evening he told us to look at the ends of our rows or on our seats for small pieces of card and he asked us to write on them, using our wrong … Continue reading »
Presenting my first guest, Last-Year Girl: This week, I, a London-dwelling 29 year old, joined the Women’s Institute. While the memories of jam and Jerusalem (and now Calendar Girls) live on, they’re apparently springing up all over the place. King’s College has got one, as does Shoreditch presided over by one Jazz Domino Holly, daughter … Continue reading »
‘We are also beings who take in more than we can easily process from the world around us; we know more than we realise, and that helps us to become self-questioning persons who are always aware things could be different. ‘We learn this as children through fantasy and play; we keep it alive as adults … Continue reading »
‘I need something to look forward to in January’, FF said to me before Christmas. So we made plans to head east to Berlin for a short but sweet city break. Everyone who heard of our plans who had visited the city got very excited on our behalf, waxing lyrical about what a cool place … Continue reading »
