diasyrmus

an emotional soup kitchen of mutant allegorical hermaphrodites

autumn swimming is great apart from I can’t feel my toes.
Zocoli - a kind of miniature stilts worn by women to protect their feet from puddles in the streets of Venice: the fashion spread beyond Venice for a while in the sixteenth century. (Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich - from *The Structures of Everyday Life* by Fernand Braudel)
korhwythkevrinek:

diasyrmus:

Brockwell Park - I always get a fleeting sense of being far from London with this view, looking over fields to a village or small town. but then Brockwell Park is full of surprising vistas - the science fiction palatial spires of the South London transmitter masts, the brutalist palisades of Dulwich’s Dawson Heights, the Unreal sci-fi crystal spikes of the City and the slightly ornate Palladian turrets and clock towers of Brixton.

I so rarely go to Brockwell Park, except for the Lambeth Country Show. I should make more of an effort. (But I must admit, the gradient of the land means that when I go for walks, I usually skirt the hills into Dulwich, instead of via Tulse Hill to Herne Hill.)

yeah, i don’t think it’s worth a special trip exactly, but it feels various, and it’s great to have public civic space like this - it feels endangered, tho it really shouldn’t do.

korhwythkevrinek:

diasyrmus:

Brockwell Park - I always get a fleeting sense of being far from London with this view, looking over fields to a village or small town. but then Brockwell Park is full of surprising vistas - the science fiction palatial spires of the South London transmitter masts, the brutalist palisades of Dulwich’s Dawson Heights, the Unreal sci-fi crystal spikes of the City and the slightly ornate Palladian turrets and clock towers of Brixton.

I so rarely go to Brockwell Park, except for the Lambeth Country Show. I should make more of an effort. (But I must admit, the gradient of the land means that when I go for walks, I usually skirt the hills into Dulwich, instead of via Tulse Hill to Herne Hill.)

yeah, i don’t think it’s worth a special trip exactly, but it feels various, and it’s great to have public civic space like this - it feels endangered, tho it really shouldn’t do.

http://stopmoving.tumblr.com/post/98056138049/diasyrmus-kowloon-cross-section-low-jpg

diasyrmus:

Kowloon-Cross-section-low.jpg (4716×1754)

diasyrmus:

Prior to the labyrinthine city’s demolition, a Japanese research team drew up this huge cross-section map

http://io9.com/5723698/a-massive-cross-section-map-of-the-walled-city-of-kowloon

I like the club on the…

haaa - that’s amazing. also - thanks for the translations, I’m curious about the people who did this now. it looks like their initial brief was an architectural cross-section, but if so they’ve clearly exceeded their brief, and felt it was more a cultural record, a form of socio-cartography - like Polybius’s maps, outlining territories and representations of their people.

from the boilers at the bottom to the aerials on the rooves you get a sense of the human and structural flow of the place.

Kowloon-Cross-section-low.jpg (4716×1754)

diasyrmus:

Prior to the labyrinthine city’s demolition, a Japanese research team drew up this huge cross-section map

http://io9.com/5723698/a-massive-cross-section-map-of-the-walled-city-of-kowloon

I like the club on the 3rd floor of the second panel, with the dancing woman with the… snake? and the stars. 

(via stopmoving)

Kowloon-Cross-section-low.jpg (4716×1754)

Prior to the labyrinthine city’s demolition, a Japanese research team drew up this huge cross-section map

http://io9.com/5723698/a-massive-cross-section-map-of-the-walled-city-of-kowloon

DEEP-FRIED POTATOES

'I have to declare my interest in the matter of deep-fried potatoes. they are most unsuitable for making in the ordinary family kitchen. The telephone rings, a child crawls round your feet, and the cat demands his supper with a paw, and your attention is diverted. I once set a pan of oil on fire in this sort of way. The horror was appalling, out of all proportion to the black ceiling. At least there were no children about. I know we should not over-protect them, but I draw the line at boiling oil.

Having said this, I admit the book would be incomplete without instructions for making these delicious kinds of potato.’

Vegetable Book - Jane Grigson

Brockwell Park - I always get a fleeting sense of being far from London with this view, looking over fields to a village or small town. but then Brockwell Park is full of surprising vistas - the science fiction palatial spires of the South London transmitter masts, the brutalist palisades of Dulwich’s Dawson Heights, the Unreal sci-fi crystal spikes of the City and the slightly ornate Palladian turrets and clock towers of Brixton.

SH always includes The Infotainment Scan as one his favourite albums. which is a bit of a surprise in some ways. the top rank songs on it are ladybird, lost in music, glam racket, paranoia man & service. the others are v good of course, esp fireworks/light.

anyway, more important is that the FIRST FALL GIG I went to was IS era Fall at the clapham grand. my friend and I got there SO early (we were 16) we walked in, with very fake IDs, just ahead of Scanlon and Hanley.

"That’s Steve Hanley" my friend said, we furtively looked behind us. "Jesus it is" I said. We knew we were in the presence of ROCK GODS.

Perverted by Language=Hanley Resplendent. That stop start phrasing rendered fluid by his bass.

plus DANCING! Slightly uncomfortable dancing!

Hanley is always most comfortable in the shadows.

(Source: youtube.com)