Giacometti shadows.
Giacometti sculptures.
These guys have made their way from being on display in Tate Britain many years ago, to The Tanks in Tate Modern. They were previously exhibited in far too big a space to do them justice, but here it works so well. The play between the dark and the light is perfect, making the shadows just as good as the sculptures themselves.
I’ve got such a huge backlog of pictures I don’t quite know in what order to post them, and as a result I overthink it, and then end up not posting at all. I then, surprise surprise, keep taking even more pictures, and so I’m in a perpetual loop of adding more to said backlog. I reckon I just have to perhaps post by mood, rather than chronological order in order to let my pictures out loose in the wild. So here’s some pictures from a day in April, in the order I shot them. I’d given myself and Art Day™️, seeing a Munch exhibition (underwhelming) in the morning, and then heading south to Bermondsey to see Theaster Gates at the White Cube Gallery. As I came out of the train station at London Bridge this reflection caught my eye.
I really like Bermondsey Street, where the White Cube is, and the walk there is always such a pleasant one. There’s a few Georgian houses there, and walking southwards I liked seeing the little miniature gardens up above.
This colour combo also caught my eye a bit further along. They clash in the nicest way, if you can call it clashing at all.
Remember how I was unsure of the tighter 50mm lens on my new camera? Well, we seem to be getting on just fine, and I haven’t felt the need to get a wider one. I like how much more graphic the pictures become with less width.
Just outside the gallery now, happy to catch this.
As I entered the receptionist sat with her head down, and I originally took a picture of just the top of her head sticking up, then waited a sec, and suddenly half her face popped up. Click. I smiled a thank you.
The Theaster Gates was good, a bit different from stuff of his that I’ve seen before, so I was glad I went. It was then time to head back home; I retraced my steps and walked northwards. This orange wall is part of the exterior to the Fashion and Textile Museum, which I’ve weirdly never been to.
Nice colour drenching going on here.
So many questions about this window, so many why’s.
On the way back the painted wood work stood out, rather than the pots that I took a picture of earlier. Such a great red and beautiful yellow, and all the better for being next to each other.
Admired the brick work on this facade. Looking at it now I’ve made it mysterious for myself. How much of the facade was bricked this way, all of it or just a small section? I could check on Google Street Wiew and find out right now, but I think I’d rather just look out for it the next time I’m there, and answer my own question.
On the train home, now at Blackfriars Bridge, a train station that is on a bridge (oh really, you don’t say), bridging the Thames. If you look closely you can see Tower Bridge in the distance.
‘Is it creepy taking pictures of people’s hair?’ I asked myself here. Is it?
And is taking a picture of a person minding their own business somehow not? Best not to overthink it.
Some colour from a day in June last year, when I went for a neighbourhood walk around East London with my pals A & D. There was a very funny moment when we met, as we realised that we were wearing dresses in the primary colours when together. We got a lot of funny looks that day… Whilst uploading these and looking at what they looked like as a post, I thought “How very blog-like, circa 2008”. And you know what, in this day and age where everything looks exactly the same everywhere online, I don’t mind that all.
Took these a few weeks ago, and was wondering what to write about them, only to remember the significance of today’s date: 17 years ago today I started My Funny Eye! The internet has changed so much in that time, but I’m very grateful that my own corner of it is still pretty much the same. So, I raise you all a glass and thank you for being here throughout the years 🥂