The dish of the city we call home. The Döner Kebap, much maligned on the shores of GB but here it somehow manages to taste a whole lot better. Vive das Kebap
England, or more accurately London would have been quite a place to be in the 1960’s, that is no new news. It was like everyone was high as a mo of and delightfully embracing their new found open minded approach to everything. The sex, the drugs, the music, the fashion, the liberation and everyone looked unfathomably cool. England was the don when it came to all things cultural, and one area where big changes and new routes were being taken were in photography, the likes of David Bailey, Don McCullin and Terence Donovan were taking fashion photography to a new place and the world was taking note. The C/O in Berlin, a favourite photography haunt of SF has had a rather delightful exhibition called Blow-Up, from the film by Michelangelo Antonioni. Now at the time of writing SF was not totally au fait with the film but it takes the form of a photographer and his shooting of models and also everyday life in a kind of paparazzo style, the main character is loosely based on all the photographical forerunners of the day, hence the exhibition splices parts of the film with shots from this era.
Being a former Londoner…. the shots of the Eastend were the perfect tonic today on what was a god awful day of hailstones and high winds. Can we have summer soon? We have a small selection here for your viewing but get down there before it shuts on the 8th….
You should have seen the documentary on Miss Vivian Maier already, if not then do so and then you will be compelled to see the photography for yourself.
Vivian Maier was a curious character, very much a lady who pet herself to herself, a woman who looked after children as a job but according to different reports could be a rather cold character. Not a huge amount is known about Maier apart from the accounts of the families she worked for, her secret life as the most prolific street photographer perhaps of all time has only just come to light.
Maier died in 2009 and until then her huge body of work went unseen, until it was bought as a job lot by one fellow who spent hours sifting through the many boxes and realising he had hit upon gold. The exhibition has been around the world and now finds itself in Berlin for a small but perfectly formed retrospective at Will-Brandt-Haus, it is on until 12th April and is free, this is one exhibition to make sure you include in your schedule.
Maier was a curious character but also supremely adept at capturing people out of pose, in their natural environment and while they were not playing up to the camera. The subtly and lighting in her shots create a beautiful depth and story to each shot. The fact that she did not develop any of them, or name them means that these stories are somewhat lost but that adds to the beauty of the exhibition, sometimes you can have too much information.
Maier’s shots span NYC, SF, Chicago plus her travels to France and the Far East, the majority are black and white with some more recent colour versions. Maier was also the true originator of the now much maligned ‘selfie’, but in her technique it looks cool, stripped down and not showy at all. I worded how it would have sat with her to know she was the original selfie dropper…..
While the weather is holding out, before the onset of deep cold winters that render a cycle around Berlin as a crazy nightmare. SF have got the old pedlo out and made a list of a few more abandoned delights. Today BVB Schwimmbad at the site of the new / old BVG Stadion on Siegfreidstrasse.
Keeping it short and sweet today. Formally used as an Olympic training pool back in the day. Much loved during the summer by families to spend the day in the sun and water. A high board for bombing of course. Now the water in there is rain water, it is beyond dirty but the beautiful tile work remains. Easy to access, if a bit of a bitch to get to in terms of distance.
It’s where the Artists live these days you know. Love it
Two artists seen all across the Eastend and are possibly the most recognisable. Finding a new and hidden gem is quite a feat and something SF enjoyed this week during brisk walks around the sun baked streets of London.
Many a street art tour has sprung up showing the usual well trodden pathes so it is nice to be able to seek out some lesser seen pieces. Canals, high rises and general shit holes are the perfect places to find these
We give you Phlegm found not a million miles from Old Street roundabout
And a personal SF fave, a certain Stik a cheeky lil number, well hidden and just off of Mare St. You will have to work a bit to find this gem
Berlin weekend that featured deserted house clubbing in Homopatik, all day brunches, numerous Berliner Beirs in Roses served by the scary lesbian owner, Warehouse clubbing at Berghain, a bit of culture at a photography exhibition in a shopping center (no link found), and a first viewing of Berlin Calling to get in the party mood.
By Urban Spree where there are bars, food places and ‘hipster’ markets
Schlesisches Tor U-Bhf – A unicorn & a geisha
You SF silhouette
Until next time…. Danke and Turs Berlin
Berlin is the city that the gods decided should be a canvas for all. You are positively encouraged to tag, scribble, doodle, spray, stencil, splash, paint bomb, scrawl, stick, tear or smudge any surface you like. It might not be everyone’s cup o tea but tis very much to the liking of SF.
Wondering around Schlesisches Tor SF spotted a couple of familiar stylistic scrawlings, ones that are oft seen adorning walls, bridges, vans and anything else you can imagine in London and in particular the the Eastend.
More to follow very soon featuring Berlin artists, posters, toilet art and the beautiful architecture of the city of the canvas.
First seen in March 2012, SF christened the wasteland the Graffiti Graveyard that was until it became a street football pitch complete with paint on walls and astroturf.
An oasis of colour and action off of an Eastend housing estate, spitting distance from the hispster homested of Broadway Market. Encouraging to see something beautiful, useful, socially enabling and owned by the locals in the Eastend. Sure I have missed it and it has already happened but just waiting for a Nike advert to be filmed here. They are proper urban afterall innit
Every few months the walls are re-sprayed by local and visiting artists, the only wall that has remained is the King Robbo wall. Maybe this will remain until he is 100% back on his feet after his coma
Always rains in London right? Not this bank holiday it was hot, it was sunny, there was a festival and it was hot.
In addition to this the sun remained long enough for the bicycle to come out and to spot a little bit of paint on walls. A mini taster now, but a lot more to follow, the summer floodgates have well and truly sprung.
Sokar Uno, a German artist of some note, typically using quite a real surreal style has been spraying in the Eastend. This is not to far from outdoor Hipster mecca that is London Fields.
More to follow shortly….
Now it is a case of avoiding being knocked off the bike