I’m going to share a photo that spoke to me from a Frieze film that I haven’t managed to watch yet, called There Goes the Neighbourhood. It’s about artists in the 70s and how they survived London. Possibly the picture tells us the answer to that question.
When I was a child I remember a book from the library about a man living alone who hated to wash up. He bought a flat-bed truck, put all his dirty dishes on it, and drove it around in the rain. This will be me if I don’t make some kitchen decisions and fast. Below […]
…of about 15 parts I would imagine. Firstly a huge thanks to all the useful advice from readers in the comments of my last floor post. Lots of useful info and things to think about. This weekend was the first time I’ve seen the new floor in person. My mum and dad were coming to […]
I’m back! My month in off-grid heaven is over. The days of using the same tin mug for coffee, soup and wine is done. Jill asked if I’d had a revelation about the pointlessness of consumerism. The answer is… sort of. The day we got back to the mainland I got the fella to drive […]
Always nice to see a MFH trend being picked up and going international. Some 18 months ago I reported on a repro Monet canvas I’d bought in the local junk shop, which had a big hole punched in it. The image is of course beautiful, but it was the big fist imprint that really sealed […]