Going from -3C degrees outside to the humid air of the Subway leads to steamy glasses. A health hazard particularly with an island platform. I took my glasses off to wipe them and they became one with the tunnels.
The cosmetic surgeons near me left their blinds open allowing one to see the faint outline of the figures inside behind frosted glass. Now I'm imagining them performing transformations like in Seconds (1966).
I find the whole world of conventional beauty standards mystifying, but at least this mannequin will be warm.
This is the look I am going for. Set me free!
Last Saturday, I went to Falkirk to see the unveiling (unmasking?) of Caspar’s covid memorial. The perspective of this photo makes it look smaller than it is, but is 3m high and very impressive. Do check it out if you’re in Callendar park
It certainly made some attendees pause for reflection.
Quiet Sunday revisiting the multifaceted Derek Jarman show at the Hunterian. He is such an interesting artist and I’ve been reading Modern Nature.
Made it back from Falkirk in time for Sheila Rock’s talk at Street Level Photoworks, though just missed Jill Furmansky’s. It is a spectacular and vital exhibition, full of the energy of punk rock.
Dean Kissick’s essay The Painted Protest was on my mind when I visited Messy, a group show at New Glasgow Society curated by
I popped into Hillhead Library on Thursday to see Adele Bethel quiz Stuart Murdoch from Belle and Sebastian about his novel. Despite being about ME, it sounded like a fun read with plenty to enjoy for fans of the band.