There's a great linear art chronology (I guess all chronologies are linear?!) in Tate Modern. Actually, it's not great, it's shit. What I mean is that it *LOOKS* great and is all done in art student handwriting and for some reason I get excited even just seeing the name of artists I like written down. My favourites here are Mary Kelly, Martha Rosler and (of course) Ed Ruscha.
My book which once cost, oh £20 or so, is now freely available via Amazon resellers for as little as £2.99. On the upside you can pay as much as £61.19 for it if you prefer. Personally I don't mind which you buy as I don't get a cut and also the "royalties" such as they were dried up years ago.
The Albers and Moholy-Nagy show at Tate Modern is quite simply the best show I've seen this year. This is probably because in its own understated way you get the sense of the overarching influence of the European modernism on not only 20th century art but also design in all its fields. Plus the work by Albers and Moholy-Nagy is awesome. On the downside my wife decided she'd like a set of the Josef Albers nesting tables (reissued and available via Vitra or, handily enough, the Tate shop) which I figured I could afford with a few months overtime. But no, it's worse than that. She wants me to make her a set. On the upside the modern ones for sale look over-machined and ugly while mine will definitely have a certain 'home-spun' charm (if they ever get done - I did get a book on carpentry out of the library today though).
My old boss is now the deputy chief executive at Millwall FC. Boringly this is all the talk on the second floor at Channel4's Horseferry Road HQ.
The boss (of the boss of my boss), Capo di Tutti Capi I suppose, finally had her final leaving do on the rooftop terrace at the Century Club on London's fashionable Shaftesbury Avenue between the steak houses, theatres and chinese herbal medicine joints. This is her making her final farewell address. I've always liked Heather - whenever there's a departmental do she lets her hair down and gets as lashed as the next person. It was a fun event and we didn't let the fact that the rooftop terrace is enclosed in a cheap looking tent and stinks of the sewer put us off.
Don't make the mistake I did. This one isn't the Century Club we went to - that one's in Century City and looks quite 'classy'. We went to this one. Interestingly, most of the positive comments about London's own Century Club on this review site, are a) anonymous and b) incredibly flattering about the owner: "Very nice food and friendly receptionist! Good looking owner!
Rating: 5/5
by: Anonymous, 23 November 2004"
I wonder...
I decided that I need to learn more stuff, partly to make up for all the stuff I'm forgetting ("What's that actress's name again?") and partly to stave off Alzheimer's. I can't do Sodoko as an Alzheimer's preventative - I think I'd rather have Alzheimer's to be honest - so learning new stuff seems to be the way forward. Why exactly I thought Dreamweaver would be the thing to learn is beyond me. Nowadays it comes free in packets of cereal and everyone under 20 in Hackney has been on one of the many DW courses that are being foisted on the young and unemployable. This is my first Dreamweaver page.
There were two of these fisherman's shacks on the beach at North Walsham. I like them a lot as they remind me of the Louvre's pyramids but in the dark stretchy fabric there's something decidely David Adjayo about them. The effect is slightly spoiled when some red-faced local puts his head out to scowl at you as you walk by while discussing the area's house prices and try to convince your husband to move there, all in a loud voice.
Spent a few days in Norfolk with Yol pottering around North Walsham, Mundesley and those sort of places. We went to the church at Trunch which is quite beautiful and is well-known for its font canopy. But the thing I really liked were the rood screens with pictures of the 11 apostles plus St Paul. The faces were destroyed by Cromwell's men in 1643.
