Perfect failure.

Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life is either brilliant or dreadful. I refuse to decide. For a long time I felt compelled by deep inner workings to love things completely or hate them. There were no shades of grey. If I was watching a film or […]

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About* Around

Second richly cultural day in a row. After a middlingly interesting Gestalt workshop on ‘the moving body’, I went with Will to see some real moving bodies in my friend’s Theo’s dance piece at the Place. They were very strict on the door. You had […]

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Cover Versions

Went with Sara to a concert at Kings Place where amongst others, we heard this amazing piece by Tom Adès, atomising Couperin into sticky pieces. I’d scribbled the concert absently in my diary months ago when I got the flier and I’d rather forgotten what […]

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