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Oct 05 2012

art

OUT IN THE STREETS

Howdy.

Now time outs gone a bit rubbish your going to need and want me.

We went to the tate to see the turner prize entries.

We left our new card at home but they still let us in cos some people are nice arent they?

Paul Noble: some words: blobby, pencil, some words, big, houses, cool

=MY HOT TIP

Luke Fowler: little photos and a grim film about grim glasgow. Ho hum

Oo there were bean bags for sitting…

Elizabeth Price: some words: choir, choppy, the shaaaangriiii laaaaaas, diagrams

Spartacus Chetwynd: #inaword puppets.

That is all you need to know.

Love,

Harley xx

“at least stars burn out brightly”

Tagged Art, contemporary art, drawing, exhibi, exhibition, exhibitions, film, films, london, music, paul noble, photography, piml, pimlico, shangri las, south london, south west london, tate, tate britain, turner prize

Sep 01 2012

art, lates

SATURDAY NIGHT

Doggy let me do this too…

Tate modern blackouts, little sun, olafur eliasson, poetry and dream.

Solar powered surrealism.*

I liked it best cos you could chat people up asking for their light.

Almost like smoking cool but without the cancer.

Other people seemed “oo its dark” happy but I dont think other people were enjoying it q as much as me.

I was getting in a pickle trying to take shadow pix.

But loving it.

Theyre on the wondrous instagram which has been a life saver.

Now @thedogwhatblogs holds the purse strings…

Notionally free but u had to buy the little lamp for the equivalent of three trips to Haringey Borough FC.

But it beats taking pix of old men.

Love,

Colinxx

I wanted her on the left slightly…

*he asked me to provide more detail. Its like a torch round ur neck right and they turned the lights off in the gallery. Jeesh.

“at least stars burn out brightly”

Tagged Art, art gallery, art lates, bankside, central london, contemporary, contemporary art, darkness, dreams, environment, lates, lateshow, little sun, london, modern, modern art, olafur eliasson, painting, photo walk, photography, poetry, poetry and dream, shadows, solar power, south london, southwark, surrealism, tate, tate blackouts, tate britain, tate lates, tate modern

Aug 14 2012

art, Museum

JOINING THE SPLODGES PART 2

You know the other post we were making ill informed liberal left rants about oppressive police states?

Here’s another example.

Though I think we’ll let them off.

They are the Bank of England.

They have a free museum.

It is OK.

You get to lift a gold bar and pull your tongue out in gentle rebellion at the CCTV.

The old banknotes and shit are decent #eyecandy.

There are some videos that try to explain such things as inflation to stupid Politics graduates like the boy wonder.

All in all a respectable 2 and half out of 5.

Dont take the kids.

*****

Heres another case of joining the splodges…

You know the other post we were making ill informed philistine rants at black and white photography @tate?

Well we saw another parade of black and whites today at the Timothy Taylor gallery in Mayfair (hoooowww Iiii beloooonged).

These were of, for want of a better word, freaks.

They were freaks.

Hey Im a Staffy I dont do PC. This is an edgy blog. Political balance.

There was many nudists.

Some words: cock, boobs, fanny.

And cross dressers.

It was very interesting.

More interesting than #anotherlondon anyway.

This was #anotherworld.

Although he’s been known to flirt with the fringes.

Actors,

Love,

Harleyxx

Tagged Art, bank of england, bank of england museum, gallery, museum, photography, politics, security, timothy taylor

Aug 01 2012

Uncategorized

IT DOESNT MATTER IF YOUR BLACK AND WHITE

Lots of black and white pictures are in the tate celebrating london through the eyes of photographers who came from abroad.

Now we like black and white photos of trams and urchins as much as the next man/dog…

But.

It.

Was.

Bit.

Repetitive.

It was all brilliant. But all the same.

I think there should have been buttons to press and some colour…

Next,

Love,

Harleyxx

Here is a colour photo of a black and white me…

Im on the bed innit

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Tagged Art, photography, tate

Jul 08 2012

photography

BOX

Humorous incident on overground from Highbury:

Punter 001: Is this train for Crystal Palace?
Punter 002: No, you want the other platform mate.

[punter 001 dismounts]
(albiepanick for albiestar… he thinks… “Oh”)
Announcement: This is a london overground service to Crystal Palace.
Punter 002 and your hero @albiestar: [grin then laugh]
Your hero @albiestar: I wasnt confident enough to correct you!

No you cant have an @audioboo… you’ll take my word for it.

*****

We like things you came ‘nip in and out of’ almost as much as we like things that are free here @thedogwhatblogs.

Not by great forethought, design or destiny we found ourself again this week in london’s glittering ‘Shoreditch.’
There is a place called box park.
It is lots of shops in boxes.
It sells things that are coolio and nice and then you go “how much. No that’s too expensive.”

“The advent of the camera phone… has shifted photography back to the centre of pop culture.”

And allows him to take many pictures of me from various beguiling angles.
I have a very prominent willy.

Anyway, there is an exhibition of camera phone pix and accompanying it some poetry and noisy music.

Im more a Radio 3 man but when in Rome.

We say: Coolio.

“The city clings to you like a bad cologne.”

Amen, brother.

love,

Harleyxx

Ditch

Boxpark

Tagged boxpark, east london, exhibition, instagram, iphone, iphonography, london, photography, shoreditch

Jul 01 2012

art, film, tube

YOUR FRIENDLY DRIVER JASON

We @thedogwhatblogs hate the Piccadilly Line.

Well we did…

*****

We were going to blog about some tedious/pretentious/cool* gallery.

We still might in a bit but twice we’ve encountered a certain London character.

“Your friendly driver Jason.”

Friendly/wonderful/too much* (see also albiestar).

Alleviating the pain of post-leicester squarers and post-heathrowers.

We are bound to under or oversell this gent.

Heres an audioboo.

listen to ‘your friendly driver jason ’ on Audioboo

He wasnt at his best today but basically he gives a lot of additional information about what side the doors open and stuff. He warns you very earnestly about the gaps.

Anyway we like people who try so we will opt for “wonderful.”

*****

Gallery. Matts. Mile End. Walk by the canal. Coots, evil cyclists and relaxation.

Fiona Crisp

Photographer.

Some words: leaves, no cock, john keats, light, shade, crisp, no fanny, eschew, no boobs, water, stourhead, instagrammy, democracy.

*****

After murdering green day at singing and being soothed by our friendly driver Jason’s more dulcet tones we opted for a movie: Storage 24.

With him from Dr Who who’s more multi talented than you think.

Cineworld Wood Green. One of north londons premier entertainment destinations.

Look we did philosophy last week…

Storage 24 then.

Some words: relationships, plane crash, people change, scary, why? i want to know why?, difficult meetings, storage, cellars, monsters

Love,

Harleyxx

*delete as applicable

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Tagged Art, contemporary art, east london, exhibition, fiona crisp, gallery, london, matts gallery, mile end, modern art, national trust, photography, stourhead

Jun 30 2012

art

FUCK NEWSNIGHT

Fuck newsnight review.

Fuck radio 4.

Fuck time out.*

This is the essential review of Edvard Munch @tate.

First we want to say how much we enjoy just saying his name.

Have a try now.

So what have we got?

Some words: kisses, melty, vampires, many many boobs, staring, bad instagram photos, insanity, arrogance, death, illness, ghosty, starry night, pissed up brawl with a mate, cine films, the averted eye, no cock and compulsion.

I think that covers it.

Love,

Harleyxx

PS Youve waited all day for that review

*We modelled the opening on Hugh Grant in ‘Four Weddings’ #fyi

Tagged Art, central london, edvard munch, exhibition, gallery, london, modern art, painting, photography, tate, tate modern

Jun 07 2012

art, photography

WHIMSICAL COMMENT ON THE IMAGE

The Photographer’s Gallery has reopened.

We went.

We like that its down a little alley off Oxford Street.

I like the smell of galleries. Boxfresh.

We like free.

They have an exhibition called oil.

By a man called Edward Burtynsky.

Behold a series of nice big pix about not nice oil and its life cycle.

Some words: striking, black, repetition (we like repetition), Azerbaijan, tires, cans, aeroplanes, no cock, no fanny, death, carcasses, awe, pipes, lines, disaster, ohhhh america, scale, vast, devastating horror, pollution, scum.

Eat your heart out time out.

What we liked more than all those words though was another exhibition from a collective called Raq’s Media Collective.

Indian folk.

a) a photo that faded in and out with a moving element. Fun for 5 minutes.

b) We LOVVVVVVED this… ’37 Planes of Emotion.’

Cue @thedogwhatblogs #underselling/#youhavetobethere…

Rectangles of perspex with coloured edges and collection nouns.

“A whimsical comment on the image.”

I guess you’ll have to go…

Love,

Harleyxx