Plagarism of poor Morrissey is so rampant, no? The price to pay for creating the soundtrack of peoples' lives.
I wonder what it would take to get stabbed by this guy? Extry, Extry! Read all about it! The beheading of a young boy by a palace guard... This guy looked a lot more Eastern European, Russian than English to me.
London is seething with
Orwellian roaming cameras filming everything. You may not be being watched, but you are being recorded for posterity and possible prosecution should you cross the lines from legal to illegal. I most cases what is the difference besides money?
And on top of the coverage you have me, also roaming the streets and recording images, although not indiscriminately like a video camera, but selectively, looking and moving, making a quilt of both personal experience and social observation of a specific time and place. No prosecutions.
Deanna stands in a flood of sunlight in a recycled old turbine hall that is now the cavernous entrance to the
Tate Modern.
Along the river Thames a carousel spins children who seem to hold a deep inner sadness.
Money and trash, one and the same to some.
The Thames cuts through London.
"It says here all the clothes come off, correct?"