Whitechapel
Jan. 23rd, 2005 12:43 pmWhitechapel is a grim part of town, but full of energy- some of it good. We drank coffee at a pavement table. A really nice guy gave up his seat so all four of us could sit together- then strolled off without paying. A guy who was drunk or stoned or just psychotic wandered about in the general vicinity, sometimes strumming a cheap guitar and sometimes waving it about like a club.
There was an exhibition on at the Whitechapel Gallery called Faces in the Crowd. Picasso, Manet, Sickert, Munch, Magritte- and that’s just for starters. . Most of the art was about city life and the alienation of the individual. I found it oppressive. We came out and guitar guy had moved on and his patch had been taken over by a younger man who was leaning against the wall shouting things like, “I’m homeless, Give me some money for food, you bastard!”
There was an exhibition on at the Whitechapel Gallery called Faces in the Crowd. Picasso, Manet, Sickert, Munch, Magritte- and that’s just for starters. . Most of the art was about city life and the alienation of the individual. I found it oppressive. We came out and guitar guy had moved on and his patch had been taken over by a younger man who was leaning against the wall shouting things like, “I’m homeless, Give me some money for food, you bastard!”
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Date: 2005-01-24 10:03 am (UTC)I remember going flat-searching with my boyfriend at the time in London 4 years ago, and I simply had to tell him I couldn't go with him! As he was the one forking out the dough, he was ultimately going to be the one deciding, and I was being less than constructive, finding all flats within the budget to be absolutely horrid places!
In the end we did find a nice place, or at least it became a nice place when we had put in a new kitchen, new flooring throughout and painted all walls... It took months and months (and then some more months) to get there, DIY'ing it most of the way!