Wandering The Barbican

Finally took the brutalist architecture pilgrimage to the Barbican Estate in London. A wonderfully serene place, a lost dream of what a community could be, what with its high walkways, no cars, its social housing next to fancy apartments, its conservatories, parks and museums. It’s like something from Next Generation but built out of a […]

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Friends. To The End.

‘She understood me and I her’ my mum texted me after her oldest pal passed away recently and that line really hit me. I brace myself for losing old friends because it would be less like losing a limb and more an entire wing of your mental library. All those jokes and memories and references […]

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