A giant elephant roaming through the centre of London counts as “good art” in my book. I wandered in for a couple of hours today to see said creature with some friends and somehow conrtived to arrive at Piccadilly just as it was going past. Click on the giant elephant to see the rest at flickr though I have more to upload later, just as soon as I convince my sd card reader to play ball.
Pitchfork have a lovely exclusive track from that modern indie pop genius Sufjan Stevens singing about the wonders of a supercomputer.
It’s great, and you should get it.
So, I got stuck in a small traffic jam on the way out of my house yesterday. Various police were zooming around on mopeds and talking animatedly, and hordes of police vans were descending on the area. I assumed that there was some form of a drugs raid going on. It would appear truth is stranger still, with a local “artist” dumping packages containing nails in parts of my area including my street.
Now, I can defend modern art up to a point when it just tries to create a stir. However, there’s something a little tackless in dropping dummy bombs in an area of London that had a failed bombing within the last year, merely a fortnight after 7/7 itself. And it’s the not only terrorism in the history of my street either, there was a cache of IRA guns above the shops oppostite my house in 1970.