Was barked at with ‘love’ on one of my favourite local radio stations this morning. The usual hosts are on holiday in sunny Devon, and although I knew this, my sleepy Saturday self hadn’t remembered until the ears had been assaulted by several shouty minutes and random pointing at nobness. You know the kind: he’s a nob, she’s a nob, and of course he’s a nob too. I described it “like a gang of 9yr olds overdosed on sherbert fountains. They’ll be guffawing about poo next.” Of course little boys who guffaw about poo, guffaw even more when snipped at by someone with socks older than their bigger, hairier brother, so much fun was had by all. Here’s the listen again link.
In other news, there’s LOADS of work to see out there, including some of my lith prints in the Greenfield Arts Gallery at Newton Aycliffe and lots more shows coming, including Martin Parr’s only UK extravaganza at Baltic later in the month. More on the time I first came across Martin Parr after we’ve seen his show.
Forgetting amateur radio subs, which famous photographers do you think might call you ‘love’? David Bailey, definitely. Also Patrick Zachmann, David Lachapelle, and possibly Weegee although it’d be hard to decipher anything he was saying with that accent, and that damp cheroot. We’re rather a polite lot, on the whole.
Finds for September 22nd to October 3rd:
Lit & Phil News- Independent Library Newcastle – Just look what we’re missing! John Davies, Sirkka Liisa Kontinnen, Simon Norfolk, all in the amazing setting of the world’s oldest public library. (Is it?) There are too many things happening at the moment, lots to see, not enough time.
1337arts – Project Icarus – “On Sept. 2, 2009, we launched a digital camera into near-space to take photographs of the earth from high up above. (see “Flight”)”
Links September 22nd to October 3rd
Was barked at with ‘love’ on one of my favourite local radio stations this morning. The usual hosts are on holiday in sunny Devon, and although I knew this, my sleepy Saturday self hadn’t remembered until the ears had been assaulted by several shouty minutes and random pointing at nobness. You know the kind: he’s a nob, she’s a nob, and of course he’s a nob too. I described it “like a gang of 9yr olds overdosed on sherbert fountains. They’ll be guffawing about poo next.” Of course little boys who guffaw about poo, guffaw even more when snipped at by someone with socks older than their bigger, hairier brother, so much fun was had by all. Here’s the listen again link.
In other news, there’s LOADS of work to see out there, including some of my lith prints in the Greenfield Arts Gallery at Newton Aycliffe and lots more shows coming, including Martin Parr’s only UK extravaganza at Baltic later in the month. More on the time I first came across Martin Parr after we’ve seen his show.
Forgetting amateur radio subs, which famous photographers do you think might call you ‘love’? David Bailey, definitely. Also Patrick Zachmann, David Lachapelle, and possibly Weegee although it’d be hard to decipher anything he was saying with that accent, and that damp cheroot. We’re rather a polite lot, on the whole.
Finds for September 22nd to October 3rd:
Marvellous cheekbones.
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