thanks to this shot, science outreach, and a national competition, i have a new camera. first prize! huzzah!
the full story is here — http://www.qmul.ac.uk/media/news/items/se/126324.html
and don’t get me started on the dog looking over the castle battlements, surrounded by sun-rise photoshoot brides.
“I never know how to start, which is probably because I run off windows 8” – and there were more laughs than groans!
as part of the media and arts technology phd you spend six months embedded somewhere interesting, working on something interesting. i did a deep dive into web adaptations and the semantic mark-up of stories at the bbc. klemomenis katevas has spent five months at engineered arts working on realtime interaction with their robothespian, and what better test could be a re-staging of comedy lab.
beyond tiernan’s script and kleomenis’s programming of the robot, what was most exciting was to see a robot did colombine gardair‘s 'woooo’ gesture, and the audience responded exactly as they do in covent garden. that’s our first trying out of something we’ve learnt about performance from doing this line of research… and it worked.
robothespian’s first gig was straight delivery of the script and ‘press play’ stagecraft. it went surprisingly well - it really did get laughs and carried the audience to a fair degree. tomorrow, we turn on the interactivity…
i could post pictures of india endlessly - series upon series of market sellers, colonial hill stations and the narrow gauge railways leading up to them, school kids running around, food, food, food and more food; even just starting to construct a list brings on a paralysis of choice.
that all said, such concerns start to pale against the memory of visiting this lady, my wife’s one remaining relative in india. the match-maker for my mother-in-law’s parents, no less. such a testament to life in a country so full of life: a hundred years old, memories clear, mind sharp, still in touch with the family diaspora, and such a sense of humour. simply inspirational.
thats not a billboard, its a house. any surface next to a road gets painted up, advertising political parties or cement.
all in all, it can all feel a bit disney-like. but there was one temple, a little of the beaten track, that was as if the gods of graphic design injected all their worth before fleeing in the face of the gaudy onslaught.
to india for adventures. cue the temple elephant!
you never quite know whats going to take flight at a festival, and suffice to say nobody had heard of million way but they blew the festival apart. not sure it would work at home, but live nobody could resist their groove.
last two days in LA spent with the excellent morgan bernard, though again largely behind laptop screen: trying to pull the PhD and whatnot back into focus. a welcome diversion came by way of scenic diversion coupled with morgan’s realisation there was a GH1 camera in an office in town… cue hours of amazing filming around san pedro docks. perfect blue gradated sky with industrial everything scrolling by against it. and we even found the same container and car trains that had been snaking through the windfarmed desert at the beginning of the trip.
who would have known that a seaside weekend in october would be blessed by best of summer weather. amazing.
less camera friendly as this blissfully unaware shot of nephew and parents, some fine sand castling was had: true, simple pleasures to be found between quantity surveying, tidal passages, castle defenses and the inevitable destruction.
to come: amazing thunderstorm spectacle over the wide vista leading out from the petrified dune cliffs we’re standing on.
another schoolhood friend says ‘i do’. a crisp winter’s day, thousand year old church mixed up with black tie, all quite picturesque. and with babies at the wedding, this is all feeling definite thirties-territory.
summer and so weddings: to oxford, for the wedding of friends who met while studying there. quite the weekend: trinity college all to ourselves; intimate chapel service, tea and cake on the green, and so on till a spot of punting the next day. beautiful day, touching moments, i wish them the best.
…but all that fades away against the rift of paraisópolis and morumbi. o m g. to see this was why we’d hired the helicopter. just unreal.
urban conditions…? i would just stick this on a cinema screen for an hour and let people deal with thinking it through.
to cap a weekend of code, ikea and whatnot, headed to the free paradise gardens festival for a valedictory beer on the latest sunset of the year. it all turned magical after the last act, as the steam fair was deserted but somehow still lit up, a surreal playground of victoriana beckoning; strings of white bulbs lifting glimpses of a bygone age out of the void of the park. union jacks, steam engines and more pomp, carved wood and gold leaf than you could doff your hat to.
as if to chide us for being inside glued to laptops for the weekend, the quad outside the workshop room is a vision of summer perfection. although cropped like this, london looks like america all of a sudden.
back in london. unmistakable. love it.
having seemingly spent all my photographic time in low-light, camera stuck to f1.4, i finally remembered there are times you want it elsewhere. hello starburst sun!
the îlot 13 complex has the écurie bar, and what a perfect place. couldn’t resist this shot, seeing the guy reading the hardback comic they had lying there, roses behind and, well, it goes on. too perfect.
out from the computer screen and walking to the bakery, the sun comes out and pow! the skies are dark dark grey but everything urban is floodlit white with long shadows. tower block and white crane are stunning. and to cap it all, perfectly framed by the most amazing rainbow.
run back for camera, obviously it has passed. the clouds are racing and changing all the time, see a few more flashes of sun, but nothing like that one. at least a glimmer of rainbow again when finally walking back, loaf in hand.
one for the memory…
you can’t imagine how quickly those candles burnt down…
spectacular, it was. the paralympics opening ceremony might not have had quite the lavish and epic reach of the olympics that i saw broadcast, but it did have soul - and watching a wheelchair bound athlete pull himself up a rope to the top of the stadium to light the olympic flame was something both awe-inspiring and humbling: when he paused to get his composure back 50 meters up and still a little of the war to go, i’d wager there were 90,999 other people also experiencing a deep moment of reflection.
simply stunning. the best architecture i’ve experienced in the year, probably years. postcard from a distance, it simply gets better the closer you get into and through it.
some things are a gift, even if everything is wrong
after max’s 30th mashup in birmingham, straight off the train and to stokefest. superlovely day, england looking stunning, ended up with old friends and akira in a rooftop party, djs blaring. quite the weekend.
always a pleasant surprise when you wake up the next morning and a photo from the (late) night before actually did capture the moment…
a little mind-sketch while breakfasting outdoors in february (meaning another jinxed summer?).
was on route to “collaborators: uk design for performance 2003 - 2007”, an exhibition hidden away so cryptically at the v&a its almost as if they didn’t want you to find it. i loved it though, plenty to peruse and be enthused by if you’ve got a multidisciplinary bone in your body.
up north at a welsh working man’s club. maybe its just me, but i was charmed by the ultra-polish ethic combined with dated statement of the obvious.
this signpost kinda sums up the impression i’m feeling this trip.
a shot from the after-after party that i couldn’t resist. the highbrow comment would be to say we conclusively proved the theory of entropy, but it wasn’t about thinking, it was about hay bales turning into a strawfight that lasted for hours. chaos reigned, it was a joke that just didn’t tire.
and gazing at the sunset sky, i saw the cross wasn’t the only thing positioned on the hills around.
flew back into london city airport, and straight onto the DLR and 277 bus for me and jasmin. felt instantly grounded looking out of the DLR’s newish extension to the airport, the east end’s crazy mix panning by under a dazzling cloud filled blue sky. although that, of course, is washed out in this photo to get some foreground exposure.
…the finance buildings in the other direction, clad in glass, were shining orange.
here is ‘re-engaging reactive graphics’ from a post or two ago, in its final projected form (or at least, one frame of one of the permutations i delivered). its on tonight too, as part of the south bank’s overture event, the re-opening of the royal festival hall. 10.30
awwwww. having retreated from the rain back to home, hear and bang and snap this. nice to have the 8mp original, one for a frame at the house.
summer has finally hit, and its no fun staying in playing on computers all week when you’ve got a lovingly restored mountain bike looking at you. so today was the freelance day off; left the house, pointed north on the canal towpath, and saw where it took me: urban escape. rode the length of the lee valley out into hertfordshire, and when it split, took the singletrack option. however, no mountains in sight, curiously enough just the stanstead express… rail links following the earlier river navigations, i pretty much rode to stansted airport, and was rarely far from those trains shuttling back and forth. rbn_esc: well, not quite.
geneva turns out to have wifi in its parks. fantastic… unless your battery is dead. just need to have a powergrid in the grass now.
cycling from saaf back to the norf after a birthday bash; taking in norman foster modernity and tower of london history…
there was a glorious easter sunday sunset, waiting for the tram. we’re at the loop at the end of the line, somehow very fitting for our bubble of motor show unreality. 15th day in a row, one more to go.
inside the stedelijk museum, a glorious red filled passageway. minutes later, a new image for the desktop and a sequence for a visuals loop. on that tip, the main exhibition was ‘mapping the city’: perfect for a urban obsessed visualista
walking along, worked through the night before, unusually crisp day, look up, phonecam in pocket: for once, it wasn’t the sleep deprivation.
…but i love the photo, whatever it is. it was late, things had got blurry, and the order of photos points to it being at the indigo club. such is going out with a digicam =]
on king henry’s mound, say no more, was a telescope worthy of jules verne[^1]. and it was free, no ugly coin slot, bequeathed by a couple who used to roam the park. respect.
[^1]or at least, the visual representations of his books, on reflection. oh, the irony.
its quite a journey, up the spiral staircase inside monument, and quite an experience up there - especially if it turns to a storm. this is before…
was shade-bathing under those palms when the air suddenly got fragrant… sandlewood smells turned to choking as the driftwood piles were lit - more aftermath of the tornado being dealt with quickly and efficiently. it also made for a spectacular sunset as the beach stretched into infinity with these piles burning all along.
ah, the old macro shot of the lotus flower in buddist temple grounds, eh.
theres just something about the combination of these chinese characters, helvetica, the tiles, and the ‘pure’ name: central.
first time to asia: hong kong for cousin jeremy’s wedding. definitely tasted the new china, just couldn’t get over the feel of urbanisation there: here is the view out of our hotel window. it was like having a window as wallpaper. and thats a crop, too.
just had one of those days that feels like a week in itself. got up, got on the train, wrote a job application, arrived in birmingham, had a two hour meeting with lawyers, left that and met max and had a coffee then a pint, got back on the train, arrived in kentish town, spent the evening immersed in my audiovisual project with a musician, then missed the last tube back home yet miraculously the double nightbus challenge worked a treat.
lots to follow up. urgh. and this all isn’t helping my cold…
the photo is from the new costa coffee shack in the bullring, its quite an amazing little construction, not just sculptured but with a beautiful use of materials. the pub after, the rainbow, is a perfect place too, and even had a massive munchbreak-esque band setting up for a two day gig…
so there i am walking down the street where i’d left my parents car… just that it wasn’t there. eeek. jump to the next day, and i was following the sign on the lampost in that photo to the levon road car pound. stunning sunset, which was nice, having to pay 200 quid to get your car out of the point, not so nice. i live in a residents parking area, but don’t have a car. so whenever i hire/borrow a car/van, i play this game of certain times on certain streets. suffice to say, it beat me. whats annoying, is that there’s nothing i can really do about it, as i can only register a yearly permit to a specific vehicle, rather than blessing my temporary motor with my residency.