architecture

Good show, DM!

A sinister distorted reflecktion in a bus I saw. Or is it just normal and it is me that is a warped freak from another dimension. If so text WARPED FREAK to the number on your screens now and you could win an exclusive dinner for two at the Bengal Lancer curry restaurant in Kentish Town (you will not though).

Glimpse of Norman Foster’s amazing massive phallus. Unusually it has a restaurant at the top, which is more than most people can claim.

Circus Place at Finsbury Circus, which is a lovely building or buildings, but I do not know about it. I will have to investergate further and write a small monograph on the subject.

A mysterious and occult chimney sticking out in Circus Place, I presume it must be a venterlation shaft for the Tube which runs underneath between Moorgate and Liverpool Street. If you know that it is the entrance to a secret underground lair eg the Ministry of Magick or Colonel K’s headquarters out of Dangermouse then please write in.

More reflections which I cannot remember where it is exactly. I was crazed with hunger at this point and desperate to find a pie shoppe.

A sneaky peek at the amazing Tower 42 which is coming up next, after these important messages from your local station.

More interesting archie-tecture

City Tower. I did not get chased off by security guards this time because I have perfeckted the art of guerilla photergraphy. What you do is get an escaped guerilla from the circus and use it to distract the security people while you take photergraphs.

I do not remember which building this is on Chiswell Street, my notes are a bit shaky and illegible due to being continually chased by security guards. Here is a Google Earth placemark though in case you are fanatically obsessed like me. Do not admire or try to imitate me, I know I need help.

One Coleman Street

More weird reflecktions in One Coleman Street.

Moody, red-filtered sky in the windows of The Helicon, One South Place.

The City

CityPoint, where I was chased away by security guards who told me it is illegal to take pictures of buildings. In that case I am going to jail for a very long time as you will see from this collecktion of photos.

Reflection of One Coleman Street in Moorhouse, where I was also chased away by security guards. Obviously it is one of those sekrit buildings and they do not want people taking photergraphs of it in case people find out it exists.

Moorhouse, remember it does not exist, so any pictures you might see of it are stricktly imaginary.

Reflection in the frontage of One Coleman Street. I like the way it has gone all warped, like something by Maurits Escher on weird drugs.

Whitecross Place, a shopping mall near Moorgate where I was also asked to leave by security guards. They said I might be a terrorist taking pictures of the CCTV cameras. I must say I would make an unconvincing terrorist, with my big SLR, anorak, and thermos of weak lemon drink. On the other hand that is exactly what a clever terrorist would want you to think. Aaah!

Randoms

Just some intresting picktures that do not lend themselves to categorisation really. This is a nice sky I saw at the Welsh Harp a while ago. I like to go wandering around the reservoir where there is a lot of birds to notice and many little nooks to investergate. I am quite good at investergation.

Me having a bad hair day.

Dirty old cash machine!

Some borderline sinister owls.

Palestra, an office building in Blackfriars Road.

An ordinary picture of Matt in the Landseer which accidentally captured his bestial id.

Ye Citie of Londonne

Come with me now on a photergraphic tour of Dickensian London, full of lovable tubercular scamps, ragamuffins, and wicked lawyers, actually that is what I would really like if I could invent a time machine, but I have not. So instead it is a tour of modern London and some of its intresting buildings if you like archie-tecture. I like it a lot.