tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34009156105320890532024-03-13T04:19:15.164-07:00unpredictable first conversationesmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-40110424237226542102013-10-01T14:49:00.000-07:002014-04-02T14:53:25.046-07:00au revoir streets in the sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-23308412144608565252013-09-16T14:37:00.000-07:002014-04-02T14:37:45.481-07:00debate: to jargon or not to jargon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-21614465788335997132013-09-02T14:16:00.000-07:002014-04-02T14:32:14.385-07:00on the map<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-26907024362933841692013-08-26T14:29:00.000-07:002014-04-02T14:33:45.647-07:00matzine #13 jargon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anKBzbR3WSU/Uzx_BpYKTUI/AAAAAAAAEuw/8ZOW4w6IDOQ/s1600/rrp_matzine13_19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anKBzbR3WSU/Uzx_BpYKTUI/AAAAAAAAEuw/8ZOW4w6IDOQ/s1600/rrp_matzine13_19.jpg" height="213" title="photo by rick roxburgh" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;">[<a href="http://matzine.org/" target="_blank">matzine</a>] stepped out in walthamstow to launch issue #13 exploring a personal preoccupation of mine: <i>jargon</i> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"><br />jargon can be defined both as a language particular to a trade or discipline and an unintelligible code... [</span><a href="http://matzine.org/matzine-13-jargon/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;" target="_blank">continue reading the issue</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;">]</span></div>
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-84685937048488870522013-04-01T13:56:00.000-07:002014-04-02T14:17:36.905-07:00grown-up pop up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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a piece for blueprint on the year that london became a pop-up book and pop up seemed to grow up - including digging around into the charm of this multipurpose phenomenon</div>
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-77017800733531704602012-03-25T06:47:00.004-07:002012-03-25T06:59:40.979-07:00goodbye streets in the sky<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4I5Tc5SPkA/T28ic8eTKeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GeLS5UTOhdc/s1600/cover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4I5Tc5SPkA/T28ic8eTKeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GeLS5UTOhdc/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723831532076083682" /></a>say hello to [<a href="http://www.southeastzine.co.uk/">south east zine</a>] a brand shiny new publication celebrating south east london, funnily enough, which is wonderfully bright + thoughtful<div><br /></div><div>chuffed to be part of the very first issue with my piece on the heygate estate, goodbye streets in the sky...</div><div><br /></div><div>keep an eye out for this cover in all good SE outlets, of which there is a fine selection</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-29930592163651520232012-02-20T14:16:00.007-08:002014-06-05T06:22:14.851-07:00love is in the spokes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-75180490755738805312012-01-17T14:35:00.001-08:002012-01-17T14:38:54.285-08:00why contribute to the spread of ugliness?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn9s7UBsoQU/TxX3vj0020I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2QvYK3VsQGg/s1600/IMG_0769.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn9s7UBsoQU/TxX3vj0020I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2QvYK3VsQGg/s400/IMG_0769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698733299949951810" /></a>in this month's issue of icon, you will find my review of stuart whipps' exhibition at ikon gallery in birmingham, in which the photographer ponders this man-made notion of beauty and ugliness, and where john madin's brutal central library might fit in<div><br /></div><div>just look out for the brightly coloured origami burger...</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-56423021338204811262012-01-17T14:05:00.000-08:002012-01-17T14:40:22.241-08:00the look of tomorrow's heritage<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17_Q7XdszLA/TxXxIAvPEdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-LOrVnwTacU/s1600/GRM.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17_Q7XdszLA/TxXxIAvPEdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-LOrVnwTacU/s400/GRM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698726023446598098" /></a>my piece on the influence of the heritage lottery fund on british architecture, a curiously little-discussed yet weighty and growing trend, can now be [<a href="http://www.blueprintmagazine.co.uk/index.php/architecture/architectural-lottery/">ogled</a>] online<div><br /></div><div>it includes my interview with reinier de graaf, partner at oma, who discusses the commonwealth institute, london's perversity and other such things</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-65488507069259258152011-12-12T07:44:00.000-08:002011-12-12T09:14:14.477-08:00birds on bikes go festive<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q39Ac2_bX3s/TuY2MQdAplI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lzIS4H38fuY/s1600/birds%2Bon%2Bbikes%2Bcopy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q39Ac2_bX3s/TuY2MQdAplI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lzIS4H38fuY/s400/birds%2Bon%2Bbikes%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685291163804804690" /></a>the shiny new range from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Birds-on-Bikes/226933857375120">birds on bikes</a> is going down a storm and sees our two-wheeled friends return and this time they're festive!<div><br /></div><div>four fun designs : all lovingly handmade in hackney : available to buy in london's finest bike shops : birds on bikes stall at hackney homemade market 18 december</div><div><br /></div><div>coo coo</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-50682138074912871612011-11-30T12:59:00.000-08:002011-12-04T11:29:36.343-08:00oma meets the barbican<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t51L2fGeE-U/TtauHGiqiEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nl5xZR_XOwg/s1600/west-entrance.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t51L2fGeE-U/TtauHGiqiEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nl5xZR_XOwg/s400/west-entrance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680919417012783170" /></a>my review of the full-of-surprises oma/progress exhibition at the barbican for blueprint magazine can now be [<a href="http://www.blueprintmagazine.co.uk/index.php/architecture/omaprogress/">read</a>] online<div><br /></div><div>join the geeks!</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-70638550270983720702011-11-30T12:18:00.000-08:002011-12-12T07:44:42.844-08:00lottery-funded british architecture<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TggRTVDYlxQ/TtaQfDTKa6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/9ZI3qJ36zwQ/s1600/001bp1211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TggRTVDYlxQ/TtaQfDTKa6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/9ZI3qJ36zwQ/s400/001bp1211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680886843110484898" /></a>delighted to have another story grace the cover of blueprint... this feature, which i nurtured from the very beginning, steps into the curiously left-alone world of the heritage lottery fund and how its decisions become our architecture<div><br /></div><div>the piece is accompanied by superbly colourful illustrations of familiar icons - old and new, loved and scorned - by people will always need plates</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-32407896036730421662011-11-10T14:55:00.000-08:002011-11-14T07:53:50.225-08:00matzine in the limelight<div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2T_NoTPPto/TsE4c79qe3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/jF4SY0B6E_4/s1600/archizines%2Bcopy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46jeiPWpW-s/TsE3q_ZYMYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VL84gyia1dg/s320/archizines_table.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674878217175445890" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div></div></div>our very own matzine is currently sitting among 60 architectural publications being exhibited at <a href="http://www.aaschool.ac.uk/PUBLIC/WHATSON/exhibitions.php?item=218">the aa</a>, until 14 december, as part of <a href="http://archizines.com/">archizines</a> : all shapes + sizes, all lovingly crafted, non-architects embracing architecture and architects looking beyond the peripheries of their profession : there is a year's worth of reading in this one room and ideas that stretch even further<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huY8A2REp4c/TsE45OC_FAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/44IgvyepTMY/s1600/archzines%2Bjoiner1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huY8A2REp4c/TsE45OC_FAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/44IgvyepTMY/s400/archzines%2Bjoiner1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674879561137853442" /></a></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-64531967069482409542011-11-07T01:49:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:11:24.529-08:00who asked you?a collaboration between stephen and i for matzine #10 concerning a rather sad neighbour of ours on Dalston Lane [click to enlarge illustration] :<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8_cckxsTxY/TsE9VAer0VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/392YQf1oTkY/s1600/mat%2Bzine%2B10%2Bcopy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8_cckxsTxY/TsE9VAer0VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/392YQf1oTkY/s400/mat%2Bzine%2B10%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674884436578783570" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:115%">I’m tired.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I have seen three centuries and the years did not escape me, no, they piled on top and squeezed my spine.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Age pushes my weary body downwards, stuck in limbo between upright elevation and a squelchy subterranean world.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I was wide-eyed with excitement when the first train rolled into the Junction, and exuded a showy appearance.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">But now my eyes are heavy, my looks embarrassingly dishevelled.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Four generations of George gave me my name as London stretched its arms and rolled out into the East End.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I protectively enveloped the families that followed the fresh lines.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">A healthy dose of extra weight made room for business ambitions and new futures.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">The energy of their experiences punched through the front door and rushed through my mortar veins.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Bombs have dropped around me and old friends were swept away in tiny particles.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Yet I stood resilient and proud.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I was energetic and stood tall, now my smallness wears me out.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I suffered the rash of government corruption, and played the victim in a helpless jam.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">The rough orangey tongue burnt my bones right after I mistook resentment for love.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Secret instructions and greedy dreams caught me off-guard.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">My walls once felt like they could survive hurricanes, and they did, now the brick feels inky, seeping into the earth.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">To score some political points, my guts were torn out and my strength was debilitated with an ‘accidental’ punch to the kidney.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Stinging senses have exhausted me, as shifting moralities whirl around the grid.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I’m slumping, slowly leaning, and looking for somewhere to rest the weight of my fatigue.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Money has been exchanged between hands on my behalf, but never reached the final transaction.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">There’s been talk discussing my future, I’m sick of being centre of attention, the subject line in conversations branching either side of the Atlantic.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I’m tired but my eyes are stitched open by metal bars, bruises shine from playing the rope in a tug of war.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I need to rest my trembling muscles for warping limbs cause me to trip.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">The warm smell of bread, piercing floral colours and thudding music used to drum my heartbeat.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">But these loyal friends were torn away and locked out by green hoarding.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Now a handful of fragile humans protect me, humiliated by the last remaining few that care.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Demolish, restore, demolish, restore, I’m tired of waiting for a decision that sticks.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">Steel skeletons prop me up, or else they are performing a stop motion demolition.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; ">I would like to go to sleep now, if someone only thought to ask me.</span></p></div></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-75513120427291087132011-10-13T12:56:00.000-07:002011-11-14T07:31:00.780-08:00the self-tormentor<div>here is the full version of mine + stephen's contribution to the unlimited edition : an encounter between two characters who live at either end of whitechapel road, and are not quite as they first appear :</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSqTexWUEq4/TpdC3LTALBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F3kAAV2s5X0/s1600/theselftormentor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSqTexWUEq4/TpdC3LTALBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F3kAAV2s5X0/s400/theselftormentor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663068572134419474" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">Tonight, there is an encounter between two unlikely characters. Or rather, two characters who do not like each other much. There was a family feud some time ago. Though it was not quite so dramatic, more a slow gathering of absence that quietly stacked up. So high, it formed a barrier between Taka and Poisha. An occasion missed here or there because of a lack of anticipation and then at one point, it just tipped. The history became arbitrary. Enough distance for some abstract resentment to be convincing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Taka and Poisha are not geographically distant. They live on the same street in fact – at either end of Whitechapel Road. The exact point where each lives defines exactly who they are. </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">Taka is right in the thick of it. He cocoons himself within the comfort of a tight knit community so that he might be everyone’s friend. The tip of Brick Lane, leading to a strip of professional welcomes. Whereas Poisha is out on a limb, consciously so, for just enough space to be allowed the opportunity to be introspective. Giving little away with tunnel vision towards the family. Whitechapel where it starts to change its mind. </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">Taka and Poisha use the street as a tool to remain a world apart. But a larger force binds them together, tugging at the invisible wires that pull the traffic through. While Taka gazes upwards to minarets among the silk weavers, Poisha curls up beneath the cross. A call for Taka to join like-minded others at the meeting place. One curious offspring of Poisha occasionally peers over to this exotic character, immersed in the centre of activity.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">The disparate pair is tied by more than this road, for they are relatives. This would be difficult to spot of course, their personalities are laughably in opposition. Years spent in pursuit of splaying paths, burying the shared blood and naive experiences beyond view. Lives were once piled atop one and other, now they tilt at either end of a see-saw.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">Taka and Poisha happen to be money exchange shops. </span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Seemingly banal office types - desks, chairs, filing cabinets, wall calendars - yet filled with tales of adventures, and part of a topography that stretches to the other side of the world. </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Courier New"">Trade is embedded in the tarmac here, which unfolds and wraps itself around the tea leaves of north-eastern Bangladesh. The exchange of money runs along a streak of blue paint between skyscrapers, which gushes blue-brown through the streets of Dhaka. Travelling on two wheels from the City of Mosques to The City mosque, and back again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">A blur of moving blue lights interrupts the quiet pause just after the small hours, just before early workers. All awake at a tower composed of blue rectangles in the middle of the road, where either end is brought together. Taka is ill, a devastating tear in the routine of normality. The reason is not a lifetime of self-indulgence or reckless attitude to health. Instead, it is something that was there all along, squeezing ever-tightly. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"">Taka needs a piece of strength from another body to survive. It must be someone with an ingrained bond; Poisha knows it must be him. He does not feel the family connection anymore, he has carved himself a sense of belonging where he is happy; he still knows it must be him. Through bleary eyes, he sees with great clarity a character that lives on the same street. And for this reason alone, the interests of Taka are not foreign to Poisha’s own concern.<o:p></o:p></span></p>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-74328545064837026212011-10-10T04:45:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:55:34.076-07:00matzine #10 : hot in mumbai<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uATfR1mh2sk/TpLcyokbwoI/AAAAAAAAAac/C0ndVeGUdQU/s1600/banner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uATfR1mh2sk/TpLcyokbwoI/AAAAAAAAAac/C0ndVeGUdQU/s400/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661830443999937154" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>our beloved matzine reaches double figures, </div><div>but things just don't stack up...</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>[<a href="http://matzine.wordpress.com/mat-zine-10/">feast</a>] your eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>the theme is brick + it's been edited by ryan mcloughlin in mumbai</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-74710341395331091142011-09-21T13:20:00.002-07:002011-09-21T13:32:24.619-07:00poundshop like no other<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hPpqBlwPzg/TnpHPvw-7qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CB2SuK_q7U4/s1600/blog%2Bshop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hPpqBlwPzg/TnpHPvw-7qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CB2SuK_q7U4/s400/blog%2Bshop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910617962606242" /></a>our 'bikes have feelings too' range sat very proudly among crafty treats at the poundshop last weekend...<div><br /></div><div>you can still get hold of the lovingly made cards [<a href="http://shop.thepoundshop.org/artist/birds-on-bikes">online</a>] along with plenty other goodies until 2 october!</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-45294654894056993952011-09-21T12:58:00.001-07:002011-09-21T13:16:43.170-07:00book under belt<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFX_YfLFCyE/TnpF_P4uBeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aNLihichfTE/s1600/blog%2Bbook2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPbpvJ3dIM/TnpF4E7bU5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/3HL672t0pgs/s1600/blog%2Bbook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPbpvJ3dIM/TnpF4E7bU5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/3HL672t0pgs/s200/blog%2Bbook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654909111815066514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFX_YfLFCyE/TnpF_P4uBeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aNLihichfTE/s200/blog%2Bbook2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654909235015583202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJ4ROGbzPA/TnpD9wQdubI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bW1-N0352B4/s1600/blog%2Bbook2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLGqCkEAP-w/TnpCM8l_l3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GNLiOPpk_nw/s1600/blog%2Bbook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>[<a href="http://www.dezeenbookofideas.com/">dezeen book of ideas</a>] launched into london design festival this week and has found itself quite the centre of attention</div></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-73504981208173988892011-09-21T12:07:00.000-07:002011-09-21T12:15:12.048-07:00bikes have feelings too<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVTT8SpkoLg/Tno3IYfYr_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gPKDsDRtwzE/s1600/blog%2Bbike2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVTT8SpkoLg/Tno3IYfYr_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/gPKDsDRtwzE/s400/blog%2Bbike2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654892899269652466" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7lLpT3yzsU/Tno2Zqe2BoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/O_gCKxFBfLQ/s1600/blog%2Bbike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7lLpT3yzsU/Tno2Zqe2BoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/O_gCKxFBfLQ/s400/blog%2Bbike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654892096645367426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">Bicycles are loyal companions and don’t complain much,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">they get us home in the rain, we leave them outside while we’re in the pub.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">Then as soon as something goes wrong, that isn’t even their fault,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">we take our anger out on them and they get forgotten about.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">It’s about time we showed our wheely friends a bit of love... <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Courier New"">And what better than with these dotingly tailored cards?<o:p></o:p></span></p></span></span></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-56878185393308787962011-09-05T12:15:00.000-07:002011-09-13T04:33:22.471-07:00birds on bikes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTPYxcCb778/TmUiarVe0-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/u616pMmjlcI/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTPYxcCb778/TmUiarVe0-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/u616pMmjlcI/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648959149310923746" border="0" /></a><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJGlux3CVik/TmUiipD7pNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iFchAh5OGi0/s400/sneak%2Bpreview.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648959286139397330" border="0" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>a sneaky beak preview of these rather delightful cards made just for bikes, available for purchase at the [<a href="http://thepoundshop.org/">poundshop</a>] in but 11 days!</div><div><br /></div><div>BIRDS on BIKES is a crafty collective brought together by a mutual fondness for bicycles.... oh and our feathered friends, funnily enough</div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-16974624022313897512011-08-31T13:33:00.000-07:002011-09-05T06:25:19.877-07:00a book is born<div>
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<br />a project that i wrote for and sub-edited, emerging into the real world via clunky machinery as we speak</span></span></span></div></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-37518094366767750662011-08-31T13:14:00.001-07:002011-10-13T13:02:32.968-07:00unlimited edition<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_Je2spkxU/Tl6Xfq40BBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZQ87T4fAqzI/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_Je2spkxU/Tl6Xfq40BBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZQ87T4fAqzI/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647117553113498642" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">stephen and I contributed to this lovely publication : the unlimited edition</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">it was curated by we made that as part of [<a href="http://www.highstreet2012.com/">highstreet2012</a>] and explores the hidden delights and idiosyncrasies of this historically and culturally jampacked street.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />our contribution comprises a short story and illustration based on observations of two businesses on whitechapel high street.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />pick up a copy at all good outlets along the high street</span><span class="Apple-style-span">. maybe get inspiration for the next issue.</span></div></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHCeBaZVe2E/Tl97Rew5l_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DE-x76y3_gY/s1600/IMG_5845.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHCeBaZVe2E/Tl97Rew5l_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DE-x76y3_gY/s400/IMG_5845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647367997992048626" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287083793226650079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400915610532089053.post-12604358175895559952011-08-04T13:45:00.000-07:002011-08-31T03:43:48.873-07:00transplant - risk - gravity - sculpture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0I9Kqs9hc0/TjsHu4YrP6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3CWYjT723XI/s1600/Doves-by-Hepworth.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0I9Kqs9hc0/TjsHu4YrP6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3CWYjT723XI/s400/Doves-by-Hepworth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637107860575567778" border="0" /></a><div>get [<a href="http://issuu.com/esmefieldhouse/docs/bp_hepworth">tucked</a>] into my critical thoughts of the hepworth wakefield, which began with the four words : transplant, risk, gravity, sculpture
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