We’ve all seen the social media hype, the glossy boards by the fancy new Hackney Wick overground station, the promo videos on Facebook and such, but what is Wick Wednesday? What’s all that about? Whoops, forgot the hashtag there, mustn’t forget the hashtag, whole marketing teams will have been in meetings for days deciding on…
Went exploring art yesterday, we go exploring galleries and art and such more days than we don’t, there’s always another show to see or an exciting to return to or a wall to check out, there’s the current show at Fred Mann’s New Art Projects (Sheep Lane, Hackney, by the canal and parallel to Broadway…
The First Thursday of May then. First Thursday? Really? Are you sure? Shall we put down the paint brushes and go clutch at straws? Are we clutching at straws? According to various social media feeds and e.mail in-boxes First Thursday in the East End of London is still a happening thing. Really? Surely not? Almost…
It feels kind of strange walking down Vyner Street these days, feels so so empty even though the buildings are still kind of occupied (and even though that beautiful oil slick of a taxi garage is still there). These days there’s not often a reason to walk down the once beautiful street, Limewharf is a…
Seven or so days on from all the rushing around of the Frieze weekend and the rest of the whatever the hell it all was, there were (and for that matter still are) a couple of rather decent art shows that deserve a mention before we finally move on and deal with the next things…
All change down at the bottom end of Vyner Street and the end of pretty much the last gallery standing on the once much loved East London Street that has pretty much had the heart and soul developed out of it by the the builders of expensive shoe boxes and the self proclaimed “future thinkers”.…
Thirteen galleries, several pints, this particular Friday afternoon started with another quick look at Jonathan Baldock’s bed over the street at Space . At least someone has made this particular bed and not left their discarded shoes and their empty bottles of vodka from last night all over it (I do prefer an unmade lived-in…
