Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Let's hop in my time machine & view some street art...

Remember I mentioned that I used to manage another blog before I launched my personal blog A-L-P?
Well this was one of my favourite posts. And since I'm in the mood for spreading a little love for a poor old neighbour, that often gets a rough ride, I thought we'd take a little trip back in time.
Ready?
Let's hop in our time machine and set the dial to summer 2012......

Where are we?


A beautiful European square?


The busy streets of London?

Wrong....these are all photos from a beautiful sunny Sunday morning in...... 


Blackpool!

And if you haven't been for a while I'd highly recommend a trip as things have changed quite a bit. You can still find Kiss-Me-Quick hats and sugary sticks of Rock - and alongside these you'll find interesting sculptures, sunny piazzas and up-market coffee shops - plus super shiny new European style trams to ride.

But my trip was for a very particular type of sight-seeing - to visit Blackpool's third annual urban art festival 'Sand, Sea & Spray'.

43 artists were invited to the resort to create amazing urban art. Site map in hand, off we went to find us some Sunday morning art!

These were at the end of the North Pier...










We love the combination of masculine & feminine where fighter jet meets chintzy wallpaper!


The eyes really seemed to pop out in many of the works all over the festival.......


You can really get a sense of the scale of the tableaux here....


I sneaked a few photos of an old Merry-Go-Round.......



.....and some arty photos of the pier.



Next stop on our map was a car park tucked just behind the famous Winter Gardens. It was around 10 am by this point and a few bleary eyed artists had started to emerge (from their partying Blackpool style the previous night)......they were the ones with the biggest projects!




I liked this man's funky bike....only afterwards did I realise it was Peter Stringfellow! 
(well his lookalike anyway....)


These works were on panels mounted onto the walls of the Winter Gardens.







Then we headed down to Deansgate where we found these lovely little fellas had come a long way!



They were keeping the artists company whilst they created these.....





And just down the road we tracked down artist Agent Provocateur who's little Bobzilla motif we had followed all around the festival.......

Like here on the Pier......


and here on Deansgate.....


and on all the posters......


and this man left his van parked a bit too long with Bobzilla about......




Only joking! The van's owner was there happily watching Agent Provocateur as he worked. 

And finally we made our way home after a wonderful morning of urban art......taking in one last and most impressive work on our way!



That last work is by artist Inkie who had flown in from L.A. to take part in Sand, Sea & Spray. 

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I didn't make it to see this year's exhibition but there was talk that Banksy himself had been in town.
After this cheeky little fella appeared......


But it turns out it was really by artist Otto Schade 
who also painted that ribbon guy with two heads, back there.

I love street art...not graffiti....street art. 
There's loads in Bristol, where my sister lives, and I really love how it brightens up the city and creates a really forward, artistic, inventive atmosphere. 

What do you think of street art?

Is there anything you've seen that you've just had to photograph?

Or street art you see every day that inspires & gets you thinking?





Tuesday, 8 October 2013

The most romantic movies of my life (so far).

Yesterday I read this article in The Guardian, listing their top ten most romantic movies of all time.
And it got me thinking.
I'm an absolute sucker for a romance.
So, what would my list be? What are the most romantic films of my life?

I'm a child of the 80's. So I spent the best part of my teens, in the 90's, dreaming about finding true love.


I fell in love with a floppy haired, bumbling, poshboy. 
I wanted to kiss in the rain, because 'there comes a point you can't get any wetter' 
& promise to 'not marry' him for the rest of my life.


Then I learned some quick Plato....that men and women were once one, until they upset the gods. 
The gods 'split them right down dead centre'. 
Now we search our whole lives to find that other half again. 
I wanted to be Marisa Tomei being chased all around beautiful Italy 
by another floppy haired boy with pretty eyes.


I fell in love with another beautiful country. 
I wanted to wear a diamond necklace "like ziss", to eat creamy cheese on scenic trains and learn to make delicious wine infused with all the scents of the beautiful French hillside vineyards. 
(although I personally had a more fresh faced lover in mind than Kevin Kline...sorry Kev.)




What romance would be complete without the greatest love story of all time? 
This one re-awoken by Baz Luhrman.
I wanted to be Clare Danes - post So Called Life, but still pre Carrie. 
To wear beautiful wings, dance around neon fishes and kiss floppy haired Romeo in the pool at midnight. 
To wake up and tell him
"Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales."




Whoops....how did he get in there?
Oh well - I know it's not really a romance. 
But nobody can say no to Jakey G in a hoodie, pouting those incredible lips...
Can they?




What romance!
Dreamy Amelie, bathed in sepia tones, who looks in a different way at the people all around her 
and sees the great loves they don't even know that they hold themselves.
And how she finds her greatest love....then celebrates in the greatest way.....
pedalling around beautiful Paris at full pelt.



OK, a warning. 
We're about to get really soppy, because after this I met Mr Peach. 





Before she went all Carrie-crazy, Clare Danes popped back as the star Celeste...
an actual star, from the sky.
I'm not saying this is the most romantic film of all time, by a long stretch. 
But, for me it's right up there.
Because i'll let you into a secret...
I'm not sure why, but I remember it very clearly...
It was right at the end of this film that I realised for the first time that I loved Mr Peach.
(Of course I didn't tell him right there, because it was quite early on 
and I didn't want to scare him off being all soppy and everything)




Then a few years later we went to Paris.
And you see that bench, right there....
well that's where Mr Peaches asked me to marry him!
(and Woody must have thought it was a good idea, because he copied us 
and jumped right in our place after we left!).




So, how about you?

Do you share my love of any of these? Or perhaps you think quite differently.

What are the greatest romantic movies of YOUR life?