Not wanting to sound too city-struck, but London unveiled some of its fabulosity on the weekend (though perhaps I was just shocked that a colourful world exists beyond the library). Friday evening was spent admiring Turner's luminous paintings at the Tate, amidst DJs, cocktails, video projections and other Gen Y carrots. Apparently, the loveliest of Turner's ethereal landscapes were for many years shunned in a vault as 'unfinished' - such was the formality demanded by those-who-knew in the art world. This seems to me a perfect example of the worth of questioning norms.
En route home we passed through a moonlit Trafalgar Square (the jetstream of a passing plane was lit up like a comet. A choreographer had collaborated with some IT/lighting supremos to create an interactive version of Swan Lake. As we danced across the square, spotlights followed us, and lights shimmered to create a ripples-on-water effect. It reacted to our every step - truly amazing. I rode home past the raucus Leicester Square spillover, the clamour of Camden and the quiet chilly streets of Gospel Oak.
As I bike past nightlit monuments (Westminster, Downing St, Buckingham Palace, Nelson's Column) I can't help but feel like they've all been minaturised and floodlit just for my benefit. They're all so small next to their reputations. And so unnoticed at night by the passing traffic. Who would suspect that the lonely late night cyclist was enthralled beyond his boots.
Pictures of other weekend sightings below. Life is good.
En route home we passed through a moonlit Trafalgar Square (the jetstream of a passing plane was lit up like a comet. A choreographer had collaborated with some IT/lighting supremos to create an interactive version of Swan Lake. As we danced across the square, spotlights followed us, and lights shimmered to create a ripples-on-water effect. It reacted to our every step - truly amazing. I rode home past the raucus Leicester Square spillover, the clamour of Camden and the quiet chilly streets of Gospel Oak.
As I bike past nightlit monuments (Westminster, Downing St, Buckingham Palace, Nelson's Column) I can't help but feel like they've all been minaturised and floodlit just for my benefit. They're all so small next to their reputations. And so unnoticed at night by the passing traffic. Who would suspect that the lonely late night cyclist was enthralled beyond his boots.
Pictures of other weekend sightings below. Life is good.
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