It’s an afternoon of images. It’s an afternoon of love. The images are both actual and imagined. Many of the former are black and white, full of smiles and scowls and twinkling eyes, rescued fragments of decades past. The latter...
Read MoreIt seems obvious to me now that Yves Klein’s Leap into the Void was a fake. In the age of Photoshop, when the doctoring of images can be accomplished in the click of a mouse, it appears self-evident that this 1960...
Read MoreWe’ve all heard it said that Britain doesn’t make things any more. We’re a service economy apparently, although I’ve never been quite certain what that entails. Does it mean we’re now merely the kind of country that waits at...
Read MoreI feel as though I’m about to die. Not in a horrific, life flashing before my eyes kind of way, but in a dreamlike, out-of-body experience. Except, if I really was about to die, I would hope that a failed 1960s underpass might...
Read MoreEveryone knows that 1966 was a great year. England won the World Cup, the phrase “swinging London” was used for the first time and, over in Italy, the events that led to Shakespeare writing The Two Gentlemen of Verona were being...
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