Yesterday I asked my mother-in-law for a million pounds. I explained that I do enjoy my job, it’s just that I think I’d enjoy lockdown much more if I could just give it up and spend my days watching TV and eating M&S caramel crispy… Read More
Nothing pretentious to see here. There’s nothing pretentious about walking around Shoreditch. Being photographed, wearing an assortment of global casual-wear. Nothing pretentious at all. Nothing pretentious about cropping your head off the shots so they look a bit more arty. Nothing the least bit pretentious… Read More
The library in Peckham appears to have been built from giant green pixels. People say it’s an inverted ‘L’ shape. It looks to me like a relic of Atari era gaming, a colossal gobbling mouth, slowly sinking into the concrete. The building won the Stirling… Read More
If you’re ever looking to spot the absolutely stereotypical hipster in the wild (you know, the type glossies commission cartoony illustrations of when they’re rolling out another style tribes feature) head to Williamsburg NYC. I’ve never seen so many beards, tattoos, baseball caps, skinny, rolled… Read More
You know when a junior member of a team quietly suggests an idea in a business meeting? And you know when a manager in that meeting loudly agrees with the idea, before talking over the junior, repeating stuff that’s already been said in an effort… Read More
