In anticipation of the RA's colossal Abstract Expressionism down the road I'd recommend getting along to Vigo to see work which seems to have direct inspiration from some of those artists in its energy and its stripped down rawness.
Having spent a few days away from London I would normally have returned to my desk with a slew of reviews to do from the place that I’ve been. But on this occasion that isn’t the case as I was away for a conference of the Society for the Study of French History. So this…
Being confined to SE1 in many of my waking hours there have at least been two consolations this week. Borough Market of course is the destination of choice for lunch, even if it means having to walk past The London Bridge Experience and its shit-tackularly spectral shoite there and back. The other consolation this week has been…
Thoughts on Delacroix in London and Paris.
A must see exhibition for Mussorgsky and Marmontov alone. Shame about the Muzak.
Cris Brodahl's show at the Approach. Noirish Belgian surrealism in Bethnal Green.
White squares in White Cube. Nothing gets more minimal than that. Or does it?
With an idle hour or two between teaching and meeting a friend at St Pancras I found myself wandering down to Somerset House, drawn by the lure of coffee at Fernandez&Wells and art at the Courtauld. Walking through Lincoln’s Inn fields I noticed that for once there was barely a queue outside the Soane Museum.…
A one-two of snooker and kebab on Green Lanes. Jimmy White would be proud.
A couple of weeks ago I went back to the north for a conference in Middlesbrough.* Some academics complain about having to go to conferences but for me, no matter where they take place (even Holloway Road), there’s always something to be learnt by getting out of the conference and having a good wander around. This…
A London Journal 