Postcards From Berlin
Last weekend I went away for a weekend to Berlin. I’ve been there before, but was surprised at how many more vibrant, offbeat and deliciously unique surprises the city had in store for… Continue reading
Last weekend I went away for a weekend to Berlin. I’ve been there before, but was surprised at how many more vibrant, offbeat and deliciously unique surprises the city had in store for… Continue reading
I’d like to pretend that this is original 1930s detailing but actually the original Egyptian features of the Carreras Cigarette Factory in Camden were lost in the 1960s when the building was converted… Continue reading
My weekend travels took me to Stoke Newington and as yet I don’t think I’ve found any part of London that’s as rich in ghost signage. Most ghost signage in London that we… Continue reading
I discovered this Ghost Sign a while back but (by some freak accident) didn’t have my camera on me at the time to photograph it. Camden has quite a complicated history in terms… Continue reading
Whilst out and about yesterday for Open House weekend I stumbled across a lot of Ghost Signage. Both of the examples photographed in this post were found around the Acton Central area. I… Continue reading
Yesterday was the first day of Open House weekend – a weekend every year where the most beautiful private buildings are opened to the public for free – so naturally I was out… Continue reading
It had been a bit of a long day at work so I decided to to take a short after hours train ride to Vauxhall. I find the collage of architecture there really… Continue reading
Today I managed to get out on the bus for an hour with a book and my camera. I’ve never been to Fulham but had a suspicion, due to the age of the… Continue reading
Today I had the privilege of taking some of my students to the Paralympic games. It was truly inspiring and in many ways overwhelming, but the street artists of Shoreditch and Old Street,… Continue reading
When I was walking along Brick Lane the other day I stumbled across the lady above, set up in the street, tapping away on her typewriter. She was like some bohemian mirage I… Continue reading