Archive for May, 2008

May 30

But why is he so frothy?

Wow. Keeping a blog going is much harder without regular internet access – guess I should have seen that one coming. It’s not just not having free time online to write, it’s also the fact that, frankly, I haven’t been getting out much lately.

So, I was planning to just let my current obsession spill over and stick up some pictures of my new flat (here, and here, since you ask!) But then I happened to visit the bizarre and rather awesome website of Stratford’s Mr Coffee, who, it turns out, is a bit of an East London institution, (aside from a rogue vehicle in Paddington).

For those not in the know, Mr Coffee (Strapline: He’s so frothy!) is a chain of mobile cafes each operating out of the back of a ‘cute little Piaggio’. I am big fan of the one in Stratford at least, because the people are friendly and the coffee is cheap and really tasty. Also he’s SO frothy! How could you resist?

Anyway, on the website all your burning questions will be answered:

‘Who is Mr Coffee?’

‘Why is he so frothy?!’

and my personal favourite:

‘Where can I find him? I must have him now!

There is a video of interviews with Mr Coffee regulars from around London (not Stratford, sadly!) Also don’t miss the animated site intro which demonstrates I don’t know what exactly. The problem of over-crowding in London? The futility of our efforts to make change in the face of universal indifference? And is that Mr Coffee swerving onto the pavement to avoid a bus? Hm.

Apologies for continuing disruptions to Sajarina service. I’m hopefully off to the East London Craft Guerrilla market in Walthamstow tomorrow, so I’ll have something to write about. And internet in the next week or so so I will be able to share it with you all. Until then – ciao!

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May 28

Sheep n hipsters

Who’s this amiable fellow? It’s a half-sheep, half-goat from Spitalfields City Farm, which is hosting a Sheep and Wool Fayre on Sunday 8 June. I can be blasé about this kind of rural jiggery-pokery because I’ve seen it tons of times before, while I was growing up. One of my friends at primary school lived on a farm and used to help with the milking before school. Which is a 6am start, folks. Ouch. Still, who better than an 8 year old who will be waking up at that time anyway? Hm.

I like my faux-rural pursuits more on the gentle, consumerist, twee side – jumble sales, coffee mornings, that sort of thing. There was a super Christmas craft fayre at Toynbee Hall year before last which I only found because there was a note in biro stuck on the wall outside.

Anyway. Spitalfields City Farm is joyous, not just because it’s well, a *farm* in the *city* (the world’s gone topsy turvy!!) but because it is just a few steps away from the vintage slouch-boot trodden paths of Brick Lane, land of the trendy. Unlike the city farms in Beckton and Mudchute where you are dropped off by the DLR in places that look a bit like a budget version of the countryside, but which are actually huge parks, Spitalfields and Hackney farms are tucked away down side streets. I love being able to emerge again from such a street into the Sunday lunchtime throng with an air of superiority that doesn’t say ‘I’m so rocking my Lazy Oaf t-shirt today’ as much as ‘I’ve just been hanging out with a tiny pony. oh yeah.’

Also apologies for the lack of posts recently! Have now moved house, which I’m very happy about, but still lacking internet. Plus I’ve been off work so there have been no lunchtime cyberjaunts either. Back in tomorrow though so hopefully things will regularize. Thanks for sticking with me!

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May 14

Is public art a waste of space?

I know that’s the question that has been keeping you awake at night too. So on behalf of all of us I went to a free arts debate on the subject last week in the National Gallery. I’ll come back to it later but Apollo magazine has a good summary of the issues that came up.

What had got me thinking about the topic in particular was the abundance of bad public art in East London, and Stratford especially. We’re literally falling over the stuff out here. My kneejerk reaction now is to see it as a symptom of shoddy regeneration and council underspend – with a few notable exceptions, the sculptures / light installations / memorial fountains here add nothing to our experience of the environment we live in. The pieces aren’t attractive, challenging, interactive, thought-provoking, inspiring, controversial or any of the other things you might wish from art in the public domain.

World Peace Sculpture

World Peace Sculpture

What *really* irritates me is when you look past the sculpture and see a high street full of drunks, junkies, homeless people, or a forest of yellow murder boards. I am as arty farty as they come and I still think ‘surely you could be spending the money on something more worthwhile?’

At the debate Joan Bakewell said that “the effect of public art is that you see the space around it”, as well as the thing you’re ‘meant’ to look at. Perhaps that’s the problem? If you dumbly parachute ‘art’ into a place without considering the surrounding space you’re just drawing attention to the mismatch. It’s the indifference which jars – the indifference of the people who commissioned it is mirrored by the indifferent reception of the people who live with it.

Stratford Circles

Stratford Circles

Two examples from the centre of Stratford spring to mind. One is the ‘World Peace’ sculpture (1984) outside Morrisons: not only is this unimaginative to the point of GCSE coursework, it also completely disconnected from the place around it. The overwhelming feeling you get when you look at it is ‘why on earth is this here?’ That is if you see it at all. I feel the same about the series of photographs called ‘Stratford Circles’, which reside in an attractive spot between the multi-storey car-park and the road, at the back of Krisp clothing store. Really, what is the point?

Just for balance, there is a piece I like a lot as well – the ‘Railway Tree’ by Malcolm Robertson. It is a pleasure to look at, it has a strong visual impact, and attempts to say something about Stratford’s unique identity. Even so, I think it suffers from the location, surrounded by busy road and office blocks – it discourages interaction because the only reason people would be near it is if they were crossing the road. And actually it’s a sculpture that works well up close because you can get into its ‘roots’, and feel the texture of the girders, and really appreciate the size of it. It’s only when you get close that is becomes tree-like.

Railway Tree

Railway Tree

The question of democracy in art came up at the debate – how do you involve the public in getting the art they want for their community? I certainly don’t have the answer. East London has an incredibly vibrant artistic community and loads of great stuff going on. What I’d like to know is how we can tap some of that originality and boldness and bring it into the public realm. A hip studio in Dalston or the fantastic Whitechapel gallery are open to the public, of course, but they are intimidating places, and often half-deliberately inaccessible, physically and intellectually.

There is lots going on in Stratford at the moment on the public art front, in the run up to the Olympics. It would make me happy if the committees behind future projects took on board something that Sandy Nairne said at the arts debate: “Good public art changes, and makes, public space.”

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May 05

Dancing bots in Bethnal Green

Bank holiday weekend, woo! An East End accomplice called on Sunday night and asked if I wanted to go the Box Bot B Movie Bank Holiday Nightmare at the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club. I said something along the lines of ‘hell yeah!’ and off we went.

Giant robot at Bethnal Green Working Men's Club

Unfortunately we arrived too late to make ourselves cardboard box ‘n’ tinfoil robot outfits but there were a few botting about when we got there. There watched some, uh, performance art, and jumped around to a punky electro band called Toy Toy. Not sure who the red-haired robot DJing just beforehand was but she played Talking Heads, The Slits and Le Tigre so I was joyful :-)

Other attractions included a montage of B movie clips showing on a big screen, and a ‘laboratory’ bar which hadn’t really made much of a departure from a previous incarnation as a gazebo (although it was artfully draped with tinfoil). You could choose from a range of mysterious liquids in chemical colours with names like ‘Brain Fluid’ or ‘Essence of Monster’ (in case you were wondering, if you mix them they taste of fruit salad chews) There were also free flying saucers and some dangerously twisty straws. Around midnight there was a prize-giving for the best costume, which revealed that three girls had come as Stepford wives – really nice concept, but it was a shame that they were just in everyday Bethnal Greenwear (The Pipettes have a lot to answer for…)

It was a superfun night, given a wonderful delirious edge by the fact it was a *Sunday* night. And we were, you know, *OUT*. Truly I’m living life on the edge.

PS Admit it, you were tempted by the 300 flying saucers for £8.89 link, weren’t you? If you have just finished entering your debit card details, well, I salute you.

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