sunday adventure: hampstead heath

Although the weather promised to bring rain and wind and general unwelcoming outdoor conditions I decided to go for a walk over Hampstead Heath on Sunday. I have been once before, little over a year ago, so I felt it was about time I went back. I was looking forward to seeing all the leaves turned brown and falling but not all were brown. In fact, it was mostly still green so lovely anyway! I had a stand off with a cute little puppy and enjoyed watching all the other dogs (there were so many!) bounding about the hills and trees. It was a lovely afternoon to walk and I ended it all with a chives and gruyère scone from Gail’s which was delicious and eaten embarrassingly fast as I had very much worn myself out. I will definitely have to try and make a walk on the Heath a more common activity.

browsing shoreditch

I’ve been to Shoreditch a few times since coming to live in London and it is definitely what everyone says it is. Vintage, hipster, everything. I took a few snaps on a recent wander around and, as usual, I was attracted to the buildings. I don’t think I’ll ever get over London architecture and I don’t really mind fuelling my obsession. Snaps taken with my trusty Olympus Trip 35 and cheap as chips £1 Agfa Vista 200 film.

 

horniman museum and gardens

On the very good advice of a colleague (Laura never lets me down with advice!) I took a trip down to Forest Hill to pay a visit to the the Horniman Museum and Gardens and took my Olympus Trip along for the ride. I saw a variety of animals (alive and stuffed) including a goat, some sheep, the famous Walrus and a Westie with a fashionable red bandanna. It wasn’t all about the animals though as the Museum has an amazing display of worldly treasures including an impressive display of instruments. I found the V&A loaned hurdy gurdy, which was important to me due to a small inside joke held between me and a friend because we just find the name so ridiculous. It was a beautiful day so a lot of my time was spent outside in the gardens and admiring the view of the city from the bandstand. Unfortunately my choice of film and probably the fact i didn’t change the ISO settings on my camera (oops!) you can barely make out the London skyscrapers but if you squint and imagine shapes like gherkins, cheese graters and shards you will probably see them all there (or have a peep at a digital shot if your eyes can’t manage the puzzle).

Iconic Horniman Museum clock tower

Just admiring the greenery

Victorian conservatory outside the café

Can you see it? The city is far away and the gardens are lovely and peaceful (except for the families having a good noisy time)

Trying to make feathered friends. I don’t know why they didn’t like me…

Cat’s Tails in the garden

Beautiful flowerbeds

Friendly goat

Sleepy sheepy

I don’t like climbing hills but this one was worth it

Standing in a London street, dangerous yet effective

I very much like Forest Hill, if it didn’t take so long to get there on the Overground I would like to live there

day trip to Oxford

At the end of July I took a few days off work because it was quiet in the office and I thought I might as well get paid to do nothing at home rather than do nothing at work. So I took the opportunity to go on a day trip and leave London for the first time since January. I got the coach up to Oxford and walked around, visited a few interesting places and took photos with my Olympus Trip 35 (film Agfa Vista 200).

At the end of the film I thought my camera was broken as it wouldn’t advance any further so I kept hitting the reset button and taking more shots. Little did I remember that it was only a 24 shot roll and that was my last frame…so I accidentally tricked my camera into taking a multiple exposure! 












house calls

I’ve had some great experiences during my internship at the V&A and I’m only hallway through! One highlight has been three external visits to National Trust houses with a short course group. Officially I was assisting to supervise the visits but really I was enjoying every talk and tour as well as all the history of the houses and the areas around them. The group we had was pretty fun too, a great bunch of people.

Carlyle’s House, Chelsea

The little garden at Carlyle’s House

The stairs from the attic room in Carlyle’s House

Sweet little Chelsea street

Mansion block in Chelsea

2 Willow Road, Hampstead

Goldfinger’s desk in what was intended to be an art studio for his wife but she never used it because they had three kids

Goldfinger’s cameras and tool box

The garden from the balcony

The strangest chimney leaning on a house where Lee Miller lived

I always like to make a cat friend

Fenton House, Hampstead

You can see why I love visiting Hampstead

View of the city from the balcony at Fenton House

 

The beautiful garden

Fenton House from the back of the garden

The orchard

The vegetable and cut flowers garden

A church I spotted on my way back down to the tube

the underwhelming banksy retrospective

I like Banksy. I have watched Exit Through the Gift Shop multiple times, on my first trip to London I enjoyed seeing some of his work along the canals and I even got his book for Christmas or a birthday one year. I wasn’t expecting too much when I went to see this “unauthorised” retrospective at Sotheby’s and although there was a substantial amount of works I left feeling depressed about the whole situation. It’s not that I don’t like seeing his work hanging on the walls, hell if it’s painted onto canvases and signed then it has every right to be there, I think just the way it was set up was what got to me. The walls had been splattered with paint in a seemingly haphazard manner but the floors and ceiling were perfectly clean which just emphasised the controlled environment this “rebellious” wall spraying had been created in. The works were all the usual images we would associate with Banksy but they just seemed like a greatest hits, lined up one after the other. There were no prices which annoys me about the transparency of it all and is just a reminder about how deceptive the art world can be.

This white-cube-anti-white-cube approach to displaying graffiti art just didn’t seem right when they have millions of pounds worth of art hanging just across the street. By all means try something new but this was just unbearably fake.

just pretend you can afford it

I have become rather lazy in following what is happening within the art world since I finished my course at the Sotheby’s Institute of Art in December. It seems like an age since I first walked into Sotheby’s and Christie’s to see the Post-War and Contemporary Auction previews so I thought it was about time to go back and get my head wrapped around those prices again. I guess that half a year or so on and the art world hasn’t moved much as the offering looked almost identical to what I saw last year, but I still enjoyed seeing all that art I can’t afford.

First I went to Christie’s, then over to Sotheby’s and S2, Sotheby’s special little gallery just behind the main building, for the Banksy show (for which you can find my opinion of in this other post as this one is going to be long, I can feel it).

Tracey Emin, My Bed, 1998. estimate £800,000 – £1,200,000

When I walked into Christie’s I wondered if I had walked in, uninvited, to a special event. There was champagne, miniature food (croissants, burgers oh my!), coffee and hors d’oeurves whizzing about the place. It was buzzing with people, there was cool music playing (Foster the People, MGMT – Christie’s appealing to the young crowds for sure) and Tracey Emin standing by My Bed and apparently she was jumping on it too. All of this happening around millions of pounds worth of art and I was having a great time on my own. Some things I will be watching for during the sale is the Yves Klein pieces, how much that ridiculous bed goes for and especially how much Martin Creed’s Work No. 127: The light going on and off sells for.

I feel like I’ve talked about that Martin Creed work before and so I will talk about it again. When I saw it at Tate Britain my scepticism was replaced with amazement at how much of an effect it had on me. However, this “edition” on display in a tiny out of the way room at Christie’s was less than impressive. While all you get if you buy it is a certificate the sale guide tells you it’s 30 seconds on, 30 off so really you could create it anywhere. But the big difference is the space it is in. At Tate it was in a big white gallery, high ceilings and beaming lights which left your eyes struggling to dilate between the changes. In Christie’s it was a low ceiling carpeted room with little spotlights, the light didn’t really fill the space as dramatically as it does at Tate Britain. For the £50,000 – £70,000 estimate I hope if someone does buy it they have a massive room to play it out in. I always wondered how it would be possible to sell such a conceptual piece of art so I am really counting down the minutes (by flicking my light switch) until it comes up during the auction.

Yaacov Agam, Structure Couleurs, 1973-4. estimate £15,000 – £20,000

Over at Sotheby’s there was a more subdued atmosphere. No free food, no music, no people. Just silence and art. Usually I would love that but I was tipsy and wanted more fun. I had the problem I had during my last visits to auction previews, it all seems the same. Both Sotheby’s and Christie’s follow the trends but it all seemed too similar, Francis Bacon pieces are the stars surrounded by Warhols, so many Fontana slash paintings and the inevitable Richter. The whole team was there. It gets to be the case if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. So going to Sotheby’s after Christies didn’t feel much different. There were a few particular pieces I enjoyed like the Yaacov Agam above and the crocheted marble lions by Joana Vasconcelos below, both in the day sale.

Joana Vasconcelos, Gardes, 2012. estimate £180,000 – £250,000

After all this time and all that champagne I still find the classification of these auctions to be problematic. Post-War and Contemporary, what can that even mean anymore? One piece at Christie’s really echoed my sentiment and so on that I will end my poor mans reaction to the auction views. I will be watching the auctions online, from the comfort of my own home, writing down how much people overspend on the pieces I wish I could own.

Maurizio Nannucci, All Art Has Been Contemporary, 1999. estimate £15,000 – £20,000