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The almighty Samuel Evans went for stroll in the engine room and fixed my blog.

Since we spoke last, yours truly has discovered the sweet sounds of Beach House, finished the collected works of Murakami, developed an unhealthy appetite for everything sweet from Ottolenghi and moved to Islington. In sum, perfectly on track to become your liberal, Guardian reading, food loving, folding bike riding stereotype.

It’s good to be back.

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Saatchi Gallery

Saatchi Gallery

Mainly for grown-ups…

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Sustainability shop talk

I recently wrote a piece for the Guardian’s sustainability section on media companies and reporting; Can the Global Reporting Initiative succeed where others have failed on media accountability?

Some of the thoughts were recycled into a conference presentation that I gave last week.

The main idea is that content producing organisations can have the most impact through their ‘brainprint’, not by bringing down their operational footprint.

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Making great art of small things

My colleagues tell me this is old news, but I have fallen completely for the the art of Slinkachu. Compared to most commercially successful contemporary artists, who act like project managers more than traditional, creative doers, the sheer (micro) scale is pure genius.

I find it ten times more alluring than the bigger-better-more opulent-than-thou approach of Eliasson, Gormley, Kapoor and Hirst combined.

Have a look for yourself:
The artist’s own website.
Photos on Cosh UK.
My favourite scene.

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Urban planning in its most captivating form

Loop City by BIG from ArchDaily on Vimeo.

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The irresistible brand

I can’t quite figure out what it is exactly, but there is something about Rapha that draws me in as if I’d never heard of the concepts of ‘marketing’ and ‘consumerism’ before:

A passion for road riding means Rapha is more than just a product company. In addition to its online emporium of performance roadwear, accessories and publications, Rapha also boasts an ever-expanding archive of news, features and events, all celebrating the glory and suffering of road riding.

Take a look at the website and see for yourself how beautiful it is, from the colours on the screen through to the products and services. Also, the short films are in a league of their own.

And then take a look at the price tags…

The future of high-end brands in this bracket no doubt belongs to small, highly specialised outfits that are what they sell. Perfection as such doesn’t exist, but like the Higgs boson it may be created temporarily if you know what you’re doing.

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The Underground is full of posters featuring women with perfect lips, noses and breasts. A confidence-building start to a Monday morning, I imagine.

I secretly admire those a(d)ctivists using chewing gum and stickers to ‘customise’ these posters.

This one, featuring a maori inspired monster of a face, was spotted at Old Street.

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Brilleabe 2.0/Dwarfed

Buying a new pair of glasses after five years in my own private cocoon was probably a good idea. There are birds in London! The only problem now is that I feel like a dwarf because I can see the ground beneath me in some detail. As I said, it was probably about time I made that purchase.

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What big cities do to you

So, in my view, any kind of appreciation of the Shepherd’s Bush area must be an acquired taste. Like people actually taking a like to playing golf, ‘team building’ or getting pierced in places where the light never shines. Having established that Shepherd’s Bush and I are not exactly ‘buddies’, I found myself walking through that very part of town yesterday.

As is normal in this vicinity, a gentleman carrying lots of plastic bags and wearing a couple of dirty down jackets on a hot summer day attempted to grab a share of my attention. He was uttering something indecipherable in a foreign language and tapping my shoulder repeatedly. I increased my already brisk pace for this ménage à deux to come to an end, but his chasing of me continued for a good couple of minutes. Go away. Disappear now. Please!

Finally, giving in and turning around to confront him, he waved a £20-note that I had just dropped out of my pocket, placed it in my hand and walked away. With a big smile on his face.

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Just as the 1000 flamingos flew over, they opened fire

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