The architecture of London’s Southbank has always divided opinion. As brutalism goes, I can think of much better examples. Yet viewed through the camera lens rather than the human eye, there is something quite striking, even beautiful, about its concrete starkness.
It was a glorious day in London yesterday, a perfect excuse to have a wander through the City. There are few places in which architecture ancient and modern is so jumbled together. I stumbled across a little space that I never knew existed. St Dunstan in the East is a church originally built in the eleventh century, and rebuilt by Christopher Wren after it had been damaged in the Great Fire of London. It was bombed and almost destroyed during […]
Painters have long loved the light of the Mediterranean – think of Cézanne and Chagall, Braque and Bonnard, Matisse and Picasso. Photographers, too. The light imbues something almost painterly to photographs. These were all taken on the Dalmatian coast of Croatia. The first set was taken from the island of MlJet, mostly as dusk falls. The second is of Dubrovnik at night. A fading light
A weekend of glorious sun in London and I’m almost nostalgic for the misery of the previous eight months of rain and hail and wind and fog. More than once during that time I was reminded of the T-Bone Walker song: They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday’s just as bad. They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday’s just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday’s worse And Thursday’s all so sad. Not to worry, the rain returns tomorrow. So, in celebration […]
The most historic church in London. It is a big claim to make; after all, historic churches are to London almost as skyscrapers are to New York. And particularly so since it is a claim about a church of which I had never even heard, let alone visited, until last month. Yet the very fabric of St Etheldreda’s Church in Ely Place is soaked through with political and ecclesiastical history. It is the oldest Catholic building in England (though some […]
There are few musical instruments that are, to my mind, as beguiling or as sensuous as the cello. And not just to the ear. The cello is equally bewitching to the eye. I have for many years been trying to learn the instrument. I suspect, though, that these photos may be a better tribute to the cello than my playing ever will be.
Every month London’s Natural History Museum organizes a sleepover. A couple of hundred excitable children (and their adult hangers-on) spend an evening taking part in activities before getting into sleeping bags in the shadow of Dippy in the Great Hall. My daughter went along this month, with a few of her friends, as a birthday treat. And I, of course, was one of the adult hangers-on. I probably enjoyed it as much as they did (apart from a night lost […]