Thursday

Review: Christian Marclay at the White Cube


What do you look for in an exhibition?

A series of vibrant paintings. A multi-media representation of an abstract concept. Or perhaps the rebounding spittle of a hipster dribbling into a plastic cup?

Visits to the White Cube Gallery in Bermondsey are often accompanied by facing something new. Hoards of artists including Gilbert and George, Tracey Emin, Damien Hirst and Anthony Gormley have exhibited there in just the past few years. It’s a dream considering there’s no entrance fee.

The combination of an incredible feat of architecture that means the interior walls can be dismantled and reassembled, and the sheer variety of artists who have used the space, means that it’s often difficult to know what to expect. It can be engineered to suit the exhibitors and present the viewer with an alternative way of looking at their work.

This particular foray was an entirely new experience.  My previous knowledge of Christian Marclay was close to none – I like it that way. I like having no idea what I am about to find.


‘Diverse’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. The variety of methods and materials that he uses in his work is vast - paintings, film and graphic installations, musical performances, even a vinyl machine and printing press.

His paintings are what one might expect if Jackson Pollock and Roy Lichtenstein sat down and decided to make a comic book together. Walking down the corridor was like following Marclay on his journey around the east London streets on a Saturday morning, kicking bottles aside, scuffling around broken glass. Projections lined the walls and each one was a different length, so every walk was accompanied by a unique combination of scenes.


One room is filled with screens showing the noises that liquids make in their various forms. I sat down in the middle of the room and watched the walls for longer than I realised. Drawn in by the visually onomatopoeic graphics, it was as if I could hear all the sounds that flashed up around the walls.


It’s even a treat for the nostrils - well, not so much a treat as a test of will. The smells from the vinyl machine and printing press mix and spread throughout the gallery creating something similar to Copydex. Flash back to year four.


The largest room is perhaps the most daunting. The walls are lined with beer glasses. I tried to count them all but was interrupted and lost my number. It was somewhere in the three figures, I’m certain.


I’m glad I left this part of the exhibition until the end.
A young man entered and began lining up glasses on the floor. I believe he is an art student at Central Saint Martins or somewhere similar. He took bottles of prosecco and began to pour it from a great height into one of the row. Kneeling down and taking a drink, he began to simultaneously gargle and knee-shuffle along the ground, holding the thread in front of him, towards the plastic cup. When at last he reached the cup, he stood, stopped gargling and started to dribble very slowly into it. Mingled saliva and prosecco hit the plastic with a sound like a drunk man missing the bowl...I imagine.

My interest in the performance as ‘art’ rapidly transposed into a mixture of sympathy and incredulity for the poor boy and the lengths to which a student will go to get a foot in the door. Fascinating as it was to see, I have to admit that I could not watch him go through each of the glasses. 

I’m afraid to say I only made it to three before I needed the loo. I can only imagine how he must have felt by the final glass.

Tuesday

London Fashion Week AW15 Street Style - the details


Presenting the second half of my street style shots from LFW AW15, focusing on the details. From stripes to polka dots, stilettos to platforms, and tailored jackets to straight jackets, there was something for everyone.

Enjoy. Bask in the strange and the striking.


Sunday

London Fashion Week AW15 - A bit of street style


London is full of beautiful, awesome and odd people.
London Fashion Week is generally full of odd people pretending to be normal or normal people pretending to be odd. Either way there's a lot of pretending going on, and amongst that I find it quite difficult to locate the kind of person that I would want to spend time around. But today I met a few of them. One such person is called Ben and I fell completely in love with his attitude, so much so that I am going to dedicate an entire post to him and a short interview we did together. 
Just to whet your appetite, he's the multi-coloured one with the beard.

That will be on the way tomorrow once I've worked out how to do him justice - he's the kind you have to see and speak with to fully appreciate. But for now, here's just a few of the snaps from today's talent at Somerset House.

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