finished my annual month of hating the inland revenue

wooooooooop.

currently listening to a rustie ep and about to pour myself a celebratory drink

Fog

I've made a new resolution to go out and photograph whenever it is foggy.

I want this for christmas

Selected out of an archive of 10,000 photographs, this is a documentation of Modernist architecture in the USSR from 1922 to 1932. Pare approaches the subject matter like the Strugatsky brothers' Stalkers, making journeys into the dilapidated working class quarters of the former Soviet Republics, bargaining for passes into military-industrial sites, and returning with depictions of exquisite objects that have, no doubt, seen better days. The book is, essentially, the final meeting point of the two poles of the Soviet Modernist aesthetic--the gleaming, seamless surfaces, revolutionary optimism and technocratic zeal having long since been overtaken by weathering, their concrete cracked, their artificial, glaring paintwork faded and crumbling and the technical rhetoric shown to conceal medieval construction techniques. Yet the archaeological scale of Pare's project is equally remarkable: an entire illustrated history of a country's Modernist architecture, which easily rivaled in its formal brilliance and the totality of its scope the 'classical Modernist' (and very well upkept) German and Dutch work of the 1920s and 30s.

Drive in Movies

octopussy in the guardian

see I havent even had time to write about our clown dressing up antics on here, the guardian newspaper got there first. well i dont imagine ever wanting to appear in a paper not in some sort of disguise!

err opera

i got recommended an opera called the immortal hour. opera has never appealed to me but this one sounds really interesting. the opera was first performed in the glastonbury festival of the 1920s - before michael eavis was about. In it's day it was more popular than lloyd webber. I love the 1920s.

filming

im thinking of getting involved in a film - its being made for a poetry film festival in berlin. 12 poets have written on topics related to bristol, the subject matter is grimey. it sounds like it is right up my street - a good antidote to the commercial stuff ive been doing - not that i dont enjoy that - its just pressure - itd be nice to do something that doesnt has a purpose