things to do

If you have not been to see the Thomas Struth exhibition at the Whitechapell Gallery and stood very close to the print and looked up, particularly the photograph of the building site of an oil rig in China, you have lost a great occasion to feel small, and that is hard to do when you live in a city, and you have missed out on the retrospective of one of the best photographer in the world today. I didn't think the documentary in the Zhika Auditorium was very good but it is necessary to sometimes be reminded why exhibitions like this one are good for: you get to see many aspects of our society in one brief moment and under one roof, making it easier for our little brains to synthesise an otherwise overwhelming world.  Later, I got the same feeling from Abelardo Morell black & white 110x110mm (aprox) print of two 2000 pages books facing each other.It is so powerful and esthetically perfect that it made me feel small again.You can see and (and purchase) some of Abelardo Morell work at my favorite gallery in London Michael Hoppen  . It is raining.


Hyde Park

Peter Zumthor summer Pavillion at the Serpentine Gallery is simply beautiful. Yes, it's a bit crowded at 3 in the afternoon, but in my head I can remove the students and eat my cherry.


I have just spend half an hour on-line finding out about Ayahuasca, the combination of two amazonian psychotropic plants used in shamanic ceremony and experienced by William Burroughs in the 70s and countless others since. Interesting. Man relationship to his keen seems to always be the core of spiritual growth; which is bang on in tune with what I was saying to a friend earlier, and that is to  open the blog to the physical world. This exhibition has just open in New York and I wish I could go. In the physical world, I was introduce to Craig once. I smile my then still dimply smile and went back to my beer not realizing which Craig he was. His sky blue background portraits for I−D magazine had a huge impact on me and later is sharp black & white fashion always worked for me. In the physical world, he came to the shop I was working in a couple of years later. He was always what I thought I would be, apart for the bleached hair wife. Like me, he likes cars and like me, he doesn't mind a stain or two on his denim's.
In today's physical world, it's fashion week madness everywhere, so I have allowed myself to be a little crazy and bought Dazed&Confused) magazine. There is an excellent article on Steven Shearer, a canadian artist that is super hip at the moment. he represent Canada at the Venice Biennale and his uncle was a transgender painter and he was offered the opportunity of the Venice show. Steven worries about the significance of the canadian pavilion in the context of post-colonialist Europe and that's enough to make me want and look at his work.



I heard this guy on the radio explaining nicely why he would not go further in to politic and I liked his simple way of washing his hand; he explained that politic is made up of lies and that if you do it for to long you become incapable of recognizing the truth. I have just finishing reading Marshall Berman's introduction to a new Penguin edition of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels The Communist Manifesto and already I feel better.. I'm reading the prefaces to 7 foreign editions and then the Manifesto itself and after that I should be able to decide if I will tackle The Capital. I have quit smoking for 5 months so Marx should be a piece of cake. Harrods has a set of Chanel flags on it's roof, the V&A  has a new show The Power of Making with a very special installation on Cromwell Road, Timber Wave by Amanda Levete Architects which seems highly complicated to build (5 days and counting)  It looks amazing so. It is actually being built and has been commissioned for The London Design Week which starts this Saturday 17/09.
I have not seen the exhibition yet but I love the promotional artwork on the V&A website; I did a few shot of the content of an art box that my grand-mother kept through the years for the children. Another one of those weird coincidence.