I wish I could say I’m one of those people who are bursting with ideas, and have to get them out in some shape or form, otherwise they explode. I’m not like that, yet I can’t help myself. Why do I invest any energy in writing, drawing and taking pictures, even if the faint smell of sweaty effort is … Continue reading
Admiration is inherently complex and can take many forms; it’s usually bound in respect or mere pleasurable contemplation, but it’s always directed towards something we regard as impressive. I have endless admiration for people with dedication and perseverance, who are willing to push their own boundaries; who don’t except the limitations that come from age, lack of knowledge or physical issues; who refuse to except … Continue reading
Several of my friends got fed up with the 9 to 5 day-to-day, and decided to leave their old lives, in some cases even civilisation behind; the comforts of urban society, the convenient security of steady jobs and health insurance. All of them swear that it’s worth it, and they couldn’t imagine going back to pick up the threads of their old lives. Could that … Continue reading
Abstract is intangible and personal. It doesn’t attempt to represent reality, but is the mere projection of an idea, an effect; distorted and subjective, rather a reflection of our own self than anything else. Some will only see a bunch of white balloons in the temporarily transformed Covent Garden, others a cloud, a mould formation or even … Continue reading
Coming across such a quaint and quiet little alley in central London always surprises me. Only one street over from the main road, just a few minutes walk from Piccadilly Circus, yet all traffic noise is surprisingly absent and soft music fills the air. Outdoor tables on a heated terrace make this spot perfect for an early dinner … Continue reading
Postcards from the Country 