Hewitt Road
And then a day like today you get nothing. No shadow, no movement, no wind against your face. No sounds, really.
You have to do all the work yourself.
And I quite like these cocoon days.
Hewitt Road
The more I photograph this scene the more that’s exactly what it becomes: act 2, scene 3… optimism fills the household as the sun pushes across the neighbouring roof tops, finding its way into dark fungal corners; act 1, scene 2… Mary’s dream sequence – a dramatic but unstable sky dominates, while a rainbow hangs, delicate but consistent. And so on.
I’d like to see this play. Or maybe then again…
Hewitt Road
Touch of the sub tropical in Haringey today.
Yuccas have no problems in these protected strip farm gardens.
Hewitt Road
Sounds silly but this really only could be London. Ok, maybe England, but I think honestly only London. Coming from southern California, one should really be a ‘perfect weather’ expert. So when the sun clicks in here, at such a northerly latitude, and with that incredible fresh breeze sliding underneath, I don’t think it gets any better. So that’s why we spend all our time waiting for it, and obsessing over it – this rare, rich delicacy.
It’s good to be back. In many ways.
East Foreshore
Slightly sultry today but perhaps enough of a bluster for a quick trip out on the Boston Lady.
Meanwhile, Olympics are officially underway. We caught a bit of the opening ceremony…
Louise White House
Just back in time for ‘that day’ and this year it’s especially good to be with the Frantzis’ before during and after.
And of course you can’t beat Ryanair to get you there…
Louise White House
That’s it. Done. We’re off.
Stag? Think oversized horn rimmed specs. For all of us.
Louise White House
Ok. Deep breath. Just one more day, and (stag) night.
I keep telling Adam I like having eyebrows.
Louise White House
Home after a high speed trip back to Munich airport.
When Christian the umbrella man asked if I was ok with him driving a little faster and told me that he’d never had an accident and that I could let him know if I was at all uncomfortable, at any time, I knew to pull a calm face.
At 200kph you cover 1km in roughly 18 seconds.
But is this really a good idea? Although there are more road deaths on the autobahns that don’t have speed limits than the ones that do, Germany doesn’t seem to be that much more lethal for driving than the safest EU countries (Switzerland, Denmark, Holland, GB). Main thing seems to be don’t drive in Hungary. Or Slovenia. (Or Spain or Portugal)
Louise White House, EZY5381
Wo ist der flughafen?
Ok here it is.
Had a little sleep break just long enough to experience Gatwick’s new security check-in system. Take a look at this, La Guardia.
Anyway, seems rather appropriate that I’ve come to look at umbrellas.
Louise White House
Had to do a triple take on waking but it really is good to be back at my home from home with Adam and Justine.
But I’ll have to hand it over soon. Rites of passage and all that.
Anyway, here today, Ulm tomorrow
East Foreshore
Aha the big day.
It’s all go with preparations at the Bolt for our afternoon tea party.
Yesterday we ventured a little further afield to Dovercourt and then on with Adam to the Manningtree Beer Festival. Could it really be that I’ve started to enjoy the British seaside?
Collier Avenue
The Everglades City Motel. Appropriately you can’t escape your own car or anyone else’s when you open the curtains.
But this couldn’t be more different to yesterday. As we left Miami, I had that ‘American feeling’ when you see yet another mega city and you can’t believe the energy that goes into keeping all this going. And you feel ill at the thought.
But although this feels like a world apart, and I did enjoy the James Bond style ‘airboat’ ride through the swamps when we got to Everglade City (who wouldn’t?), the tourist drain goes on as we powered along the canals, with a huge wake behind crashing at the mangrove roots amid the roar of our propeller, the smell of the petrol.
But the ‘wildlife’ seemingly couldn’t be happier. Rich pickings?
NW 29th Street
Woo. It’s time to go. Art Basel Miami was fun, and I’m starting the day with a free porridge buffet courtesy of the Rubell Family Collection in a deserted stripped down house somewhere in an empty lot through a hole in the wall. Pick up bowls in the first room, fill them in the second, add raisins in the third, past the toilet cistern, etc.
“Feels calm, Goldilocks.”
Which is a relief after last night: all in the name of A.R.T, though. Especially Ryan McGuinness’s show at Club Madonna. Many finds at ABM, including Tadashi Kawamata ‘Favella Plan (Group 1994)’ – I guess old hat to everyone else – and Anselm Reyle’s painting-by-numbers horse. E185k only…
Collins Avenue
Day three… I’m glad I’m working from here as it can get a bit repetitive. But I’m a little bit jaded as the rest of the gang arrived last night and we tried out Soho Beach House which was pretty glammed up. A chance meeting with Veronika outside The Raleigh and the rest of Wednesday night is still praying on my mind.
But the art is fun. Saw some interesting things at NADA yesterday, although not everything was quite ‘my thing’. But call me an architect, I did like Hungarian Zsolt Bodoni’s paintings.
Art Basel Miami today.
Collins Avenue
Today is looking the same again…
It’s as if winter will never happen. Tennis in the heat is fun but I wish I could play better. I need Devin.
Collins Avenue
Hmmm. This is all different.
Yesterday flying over Fort Lauderdale the view was like an optimistic architectural render of a 1950’s suburban utopia. Is this what became of Broadacre City?
Rocky Hollow Road
Back off to Cville Station. Today it’s to Baltimore.
But not before a visit to ACAC to develop my ‘life goals’ which in normal language means a fitness regime. It’s the final step towards PC World America. Adam, the adviser, says I need to drink much more water, and wondered about the Virginia Beach marathon in March…
Even on Amtrak I can find a healthy breakfast (nb, the tea is ‘erbal).
Louise White House
My eyes were weird. I think they were still sleeping. I hadn’t seen Adam or Justine all week for coming in late and leaving early, or not making it at all, so it was good to have one last chat before taking off. They have been such good friends by letting me stay over and over. Adam will be going to Wrabness on Thursday to help DC sail the Boston Lady up to the marina for the winter. Wish I could have gone myself.
WHEN I WOKE UP 
