Photo round-up: Allevol first wash
I thought my first wash of my Allevol 002 jeans should be in the bath. They are a perfect fit.
Mark Higginson
staccato signals of constant information
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Tidy Street electricity use data visualisation
The residents of Tidy Street in Brighton's North Laine area have come up with an interesting way of displaying their electricity use compared to the rest of Brighton. They're visualising the data week-by-week as a chart chalked onto the road outside all of their houses, visible for both residents and the public to see.
The sun never sets
The labels on Samuel Smith's beer bottles are examples of how design can evoke all sorts of associations. They all conjure a collective sense of an England from history; a past that may not have actually existed but one we collectively understand.
On another note most of their beers are vegan. Recommended.
At the close of the year
At least one co-habitee is starting as she means to go on. Happy day.
Firle snow
With temperatures dipping to freezing again and snow thick on the ground we haven't risked venturing out of our lane. Another nice thing about living where we do is that when things are grim we can walk over the fields to the farm to get provisions. Shortly after three o'clock in the afternoon; a cold blue light before dark.
Tombow MONO 100
I've never been quite satisfied writing with a pen. The black lines of fresh ink are a pleasure but I invariably ruin nibs by dropping them during idle moments when my attention wanders. A biro is simply a make-do gesture toward satisfying the immediate need of making a note. Recently I've switched to using a pencil. It takes me back to primary school; I remember the leads being too hard, the paper too thin. Today I have the luxury of writing with an implement of my choosing so am trying out both a 2B and 3B Tombow MONO 100. It makes handwriting a joy.
Explosions in the sky
Last night Lucinda and I tromped across dark and muddy fields into Firle to watch our local village's firework display. It was pretty incredible. It had all the scale of the famous Lewes event but with none of the crowds; as such it felt completely authentic and ten times better. Firle Bonfire Society did themselves proud with an epic three-part performance, bookended by a march through the village by costumed, torch-bearing revelers accompanied by bagpipes and firecrackers.
The event was a curious mix of Bonfire Night, Samhain, a remembrance of more recent historical events and a thumbing of the collective nose at contemporary figures; effigies of David Cameron and Nick Clegg in bed together were burned. All of this was carried out with a charming lack of regard for public safety.
Thanks to our hosts Charlie and Jen; Tom for the cookies. A delicious night of anarchy.
Wild ponies
I went for a walk up Firle Escarpment the other day. As I reached the top and looked back cloud enveloped me, a watery greyness that cleared as quickly as it had arrived, leaving a rainbow behind. In the distance dark curtains of rain swept across The Weald. On the way back down I encountered a herd of ponies. As I skirted around them one trotted over to investigate.
Out here you can see for miles
We've just moved to a place that's a little less inhabited. Here's the view as I walked out this morning. One of our neighbours was also enjoying a wander.
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