On my way back from lunch near Clissold Park yesterday, I spotted this awesome shop front entirely made from old computer main boards, glistening and shimmering in the low autumn sun.
I couldn’t tell you if this was an environmentally sound way to make use of electrical waste, but it is surely displaying the fascinating beauty that the physical reality of computers hold, albeit normally hidden from view and at best covered in a layer of dust.
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I’m a real fan of these old shop signs I see everywhere.
As I travel through London on a bus, my eye aimlessly wonders across the façades and balconies, extensions, plants and the layers of paint that make London so rustic, charming and interesting.
And in between the pleasing and the grubby bits my eyes sometimes get to rest on these spots of paints, masked by advertisements, trees and the grime of nearly a century of motorized traffic. Flaking of the brittle, soggy base of decade century old brick and mortar are the traces of businesses gone by, in bold, big letters still proclaiming arts and crafts long forgotten. Who in this day still specialises in “Fountain Pen Repairs”, or advertises “Motor Coaches”?
Old Grandeur, hopelessly romanticized in those precious few seconds between the first glimpse of a sign, and when the upper deck of your the bus jerks to a halt in the monochrome solitude of a sodiumized street at dusk. [click to continue…]