The Art District had alluded me for years but I had a spare day and it was sunny so I got the metro up there and with the help of my trusty iPhone maps and the hindrance of my inbuilt sense of direction I ended up in a semi-industrial. The empty buildings, construction workers huts… Read More »
Like lots of children, I was dragged around lots of museums by my parents. History museums were my least favourite – lots of pictures of events which meant nothing to me – World War I, World War II, ration books, photos of The Beatles, countless things I had no interest in. Imagine then… Read More »
I love old industrial buildings. Maybe it’s connected to my interest in the industrial revolution in the 18th and 19th centuries. In the UK I live in the heart of the Industrial Revolution near Ironbridge. Now of course things have moved on and we no longer need these huge cavernous brick buildings consuming… Read More »