Monday 28 November 2011

To do







Adolf Konrad's packing list, Oscar Bluemner's papers and Franz Kline's grocery list.

Wednesday 23 November 2011

Archer

"He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the gaslight of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate."

Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence.

Saturday 19 November 2011

Blue for you

Stunning colourways in Forest Hill. Mint humbugs, the spines of Penguin books, packets of Camel cigarettes. Another shy male launderette owner who asked not to appear in any images.







Saturday 12 November 2011

Conflict zone

This weekend's report comes to you from The Laundry Room on Hoxton Street where we caught the local washing-machine repair man at work (he declined to stop for a photograph). Points of interest include the sign on the wall offering £100 as a reward for any information that could help lead to the arrest of a gang who frequent the launderette and occasionally force its closure.













Impressive driers.

Thursday 10 November 2011

Sunday 6 November 2011

Inner

“The first two weeks after her return represented to Mrs. Peniston the domestic equivalent of a religious retreat. She ‘went through’ the linen and blankets in the precise spirit of a penitent exploring the inner folds of conscience; she sought for moths as the stricken soul seeks for lurking infirmities. The topmost shelf of every closet was made to yield up its secret, cellar and coal-bin were probed to their darkest depths and, as a final stage in the lustral rites, the entire house was swathed in penitential white and deluged with expiatory soapsuds.”

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth.

Wednesday 2 November 2011

Partir


Chapter 14

Quelle heure est-il?

Words of approval and praise -Words dealing with railway travel -Present tense of partir to leave, and sortir to go out -Expressions of time of day.

"Against the backdrop of the metro our indiviual acrobatics seem to play a fortuitously calming effect in the destiny of everyone's daily lives, in the law of human actions summed up by a few commonplaces and symbolized by a strange public place -an interlacing of routes whose several explicit prohibitions ("no smoking" defense de fumer, "no entry" passage interdit) underscore its collective and ruled character." -Marc Auge



"In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;
Petals on a wet, black bough."

Ezra Pound