Monthly Archives: September 2019

I love The Clapton Hart. It wears it’s decay proudly. It feels no shame. As a guest, the hosts serve and amuse and sparkle. It’s vast lobby does not weigh but lifts up and up and up. The more contained … Continue reading →

Saw Madge Gill work at the William Morris gallery this week. I love her textiles. How were they made? They don’t lay flat. Look worn. Detailed. Magic in their complexity. So tactile. Weight. Cover up the boredom of repetition by … Continue reading →