Sunday 26 September 2010

Saturday 25 September 2010

'Down and Out in Paris and London'

By George Orwell.

I really like this book.
As old as it is, and is irrelevant the content of it seems, there is a real warmth to it, a light-hearted and almost laughable look at poverty and lower-class survival.

Orwell's ability to paint vivid images from his words really comes into it's own here, but in a totally different way to that of '1984'. He almost adopts a totally different style of writing, not just because it makes more sense in this alternate perspective, but because he is less telling a story, and more elaborating a recount.

Another look into a brilliant literary mind, if an unexpected one.


Monday 20 September 2010

The Hill of the Crosses

Although I myself am quite the atheist, I have to admit that I am sometimes fascinated by religious imagery. This really struck me though, as a testament to mass human reliance on a thing like religion. A flood, almost.



The cross used as a symbol of someone's personal belief, this structure represents an almost over-saturated view of Christianity. It almost gives a lost, desperate sense to what it is supposed to represent, and reminds me in a way of something post-apocalyptic - when there is nothing left, what else is there to do but put thousands of crosses on an ordinary mound and hope for the best.


App Saturation

Thursday 16 September 2010

Monday 6 September 2010

Golden Girl

Justin Timberlake, Marc Jacobs & Kate Moss
Vogue, April 2009



Shot by Annie Leibovitz

Sunday 5 September 2010

Sunday Night Dog Fight

I don't know were this sprang from on a Sunday night, least of all why I felt it to be appropriate to put it on Twitter.

Maybe after the way things have panned out recently with my impressions of people I thought I knew changing, I feel like I need to justify my own pessimism at times.

Have a look.



Sometimes I feel like shouting out things I don't like about the people I care about, but then I realise I bite my tongue BECAUSE I care.

But then there is this fine line where I find it difficult to evaluate if I care enough to bite my tongue, or if I care too much not to.

At least I do it all with a smile on my face.

My Soul in a Small Black Box