whet your palette

For a few weeks over the summer, I am the unofficial head of the Serials Department, while everyone takes their summer holidays. While checking in the new periodicals a couple caught my eye: Paletten and Ordkonst. Two Swedish journals about art and literature, respectively.

Some Windows / Blinds

Alex Philip Fitzgerald
Some Windows (2010)


Printed acetate and colored vellum layered on the windows of my studio in Malmö, Sweden.

 

 RED OAK / FIRST DOG (2010-2011)
An imagined space where Walter de Maria's Broken Kilometer exists as a story of the separation of a boy and his two coon hounds.

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Spectacles spectacle

My new pair of spectacles - to seemlessly maintain vision inside and out. I never realised how poor my eyesight was until putting my glasses on -
akin to Dorothy's transition to techni-colour in The Wizard of Oz - entering a whole new world.
Now I just walk around looking at things, marvelling at how sharp and bright everything looks.

Smörgåsbord

Tapas & type: colourfully arranged morsels and letters. The former last night's dinner, the latter a wedding gift for two friends celebrating wedded bliss last weekend in Copenhagen. Corresponding colours and composition almost. I like it when circumstances in my daily life visually reflect each other in an sort of aesthetic coincidence.

Hopefully 'Tapas Saturday' will become a monthly/summer tradition. I feel like I am in the time of my life where I would like to start building up a collection of my own 'traditions', instead of following someone else's. Perhaps this is another goal for the year.

Wish you were here

via

Queen Elizabeth II in a casual yet well coordinated 1970's outfit while holidaying around the Western Isles of Scotland,
the Royal Yacht Britannia is anchored in the background.

Inspiration for a name

Three Tally Ho's: Newspaper from The Prisoner (1967) / Tally Ho! - The Clean (1981) / Two packets of Tally Ho papers from my friends Ash and Tim - Australia's Finest.

Roarin' Around

It was back in the 60's that department stores really stocked everything, and one could wander into Harrods and casually purchase a pet lion cub from the 'exotic animals' department, on your way past haberdashery and manchester.  Christian the lion spent his first year of life living it up with his Australian carers in their London flat, cruising around in the backseat of a Bentley, dining at restaurants, and reclining on the chaise longues  at his digs in the furniture shop aptly named 'SophistoCat'.

The vicar of the Moravian Chapel nearby was approached to allow Christian the run of the graveyard, and every day he was taken there to roar around and play football.
Once, when he was brought along to a seaside picnic, he dipped his toes reluctantly in the water and intimated with a shudder that it was disagreeably cold. But he was eventually persuaded to swim in the English Channel.

"Sometimes, he'd see people staring at him through the back window of the car, keep very still on purpose - and then, just when they were convinced he was a stuffed toy, he would very slowly turn his head and freak them out."

excerpts from The Daily Mail