scavengedluxury:

Mid-mod mural, Mestre. Italy, September 2014.

Reminds me of some of my textiles.

scavengedluxury:

Mid-mod mural, Mestre. Italy, September 2014.

Reminds me of some of my textiles.

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design-is-fine:

Polar bear from Greenland, presenting the 1932 Industrial Exhibition in Copenhagen in Art Déco Style. Unknown artist. Source

My neighbear…

design-is-fine:

Polar bear from Greenland, presenting the 1932 Industrial Exhibition in Copenhagen in Art Déco Style. Unknown artist. Source

My neighbear…

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vjeranski:

BAUHAUS ARCHIVE Gertrud Preiswerk, 1902

Weavy

vjeranski:

BAUHAUS ARCHIVE Gertrud Preiswerk, 1902

Weavy

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Destruction

Destruction

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!!!

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!!!

I Love Preston!!!!!!!

I Love Preston!!!!!!!

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!

I love Preston Bus Station!!!!!

scavengedluxury:

Lenton, Nottingham. January 2013.

Just up the road from where I used to live in Nottingham. I’ve a few nice pictures of these.

scavengedluxury:

Lenton, Nottingham. January 2013.

Just up the road from where I used to live in Nottingham. I’ve a few nice pictures of these.

My heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.

Chorus.-To the weaver’s gin ye go, fair maids,
To the weaver’s gin ye go;
I rede you right, gang ne’er at night,
To the weaver’s gin ye go.

My mither sent me to the town,
To warp a plaiden wab;
But the weary, weary warpin o’t
Has gart me sigh and sab.
To the weaver’s, &c.

A bonie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart as wi’ a net,
In every knot and thrum.
To the weaver’s, &c.

I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And aye I ca’d it roun’;
But every shot and evey knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.
To the weaver’s, &c.

The moon was sinking in the west,
Wi’ visage pale and wan,
As my bonie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy’d me thro’ the glen.
To the weaver’s, &c.

But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa’ me gin I tell;
But Oh! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel’s myself!
To the weaver’s, &c.

Rabbie Burns, To The Weavers Gin Ye Go.

So it looks Like I’m Marrying Preston Bus Station……

Its no surprise to anyone who knows me or my work that I am a massive fan of Preston Bus Station

I first visited the station in the summer of 2009 during my 2 week long research tour of Britain’s best Brutalist architecture. I had never been to Preston before but after looking at what other people saw as the best spaces to visit online I booked myself an eight hour stopover in Preston on my way back to Glasgow from Manchester. As soon as I stepped off the bus, weary after a very long journey, I realised I had fallen in love. I was just amazed at its impressive scale and the beauty I saw in its curves, quite unlike any other structure I had seen. After two weeks megabusing from Bristol to London to Coventry to Birmingham to Nottingham to Leicester to Sheffield to Manchester I realised the perfect place to end my journey was in a cathedral to the bus itself.

I found plenty to see and do inside. The stations has an incredible 80 stances each with a light and spacious waiting bay. There is lovely white tiled walls and black rubber flooring with purpose built wooden seats and partitions. The original signs are still in place and everything has been designed to help the traveller relax in the transition from the shops, the hairdressers and vending machines to the oldschool cafe ( although I loved the original interior and fixtures and fittings here, the steak and kidney pudding really wasn’t the best I’ve ever had ). The toilets were perfectly situated in the center of the building and there was office spaces above this main hall. I felt comfortable and relaxed, much more so than when I arrived at the disgusting Pool Meadow Station in Coventry. My least favourite building I saw on my tour.

The next few hours were spent exploring the walkways below the station and the car parking space above the bus station. The 8th floor was practically empty apart from a couple of bus drivers smoking and hanging out in the sun. The view of Preston was breathtaking. I took a million photos and I especially loved the iconic yellow arrows pointing out from the array of grey floors contrasting with the white tilled towers. It was so hopeful and inspiring. I knew it was love.

I came back up to Glasgow and set about the designs for my final year studying woven textile design at Glasgow School of Art. Finally, as part of my collection of final fabrics, I created a Preston Bus Station Tweed inspired by those yellow arrows I had loved on that sunny day I’d spent on the roof.

I’ve been back a few times since mostly on the torturous megabus journey to London. I always get excited when I’m near. Roll up rolled, camera at the ready for those 10 exciting snatched minutes admiring the daring of the structure rising up from stance 38.

The whole time I had know of the station it was always under threat of demolition due to the Tithebarn Scheme, a horrible generic shopping center plan based, as far as I could tell purely on the dire need for a John Lewis. I just didn’t understand the attraction of this scheme devised with architecture that looked pretty identical to other boring shopping centers I had seen in Bristol, Liverpool and Edinburgh. I feel that there was an assumption by the architects and council that people wanted another unintellectual homage to consumerism. My Preston Tweed was featured on the Save Preston Bus Station campaign website set up to campaign for the retention of the station. I became a vocal supporter of this group from Glasgow. After John Lewis had the sense to drop out of the Tithebarn we all thought that the future was relatively secure. It was at this point I was asked to come down to Preston this year for Revisiting Utopia, a symposium and exhibition surrounding Preston Bus Station organised by In Certain Places.


It was a great day with some very interesting points of view that came from all walks of life, not only Preston people but people from all over the country. The passions ran high and the ideas flowed. My favourite discussion was the idea to create a garden/ parkland on that big sunny roof that all the people of Preston could enjoy. A man I spoke to said that would greatly enhance his experience of shopping in central Preston with his two young kids as if you look at central Preston from above there is absolutely no green space. I came back to Glasgow buzzing and wanting to implement some of the ideas we had discussed about urban space here.

Now this……

On Monday the council have voted again in principle to demolish the station citing costs as the reason. The councillor I spoke to who was most determined to get rid of the station, I believe he was responsible for transport and forgive me as I cannot remember his name clearly had another agenda. Moving the station next to the Train Station and putting in a tram system ( Is Firstbus invested in this as well? ) I reminded him dryly how well that worked out for Edinburgh. Whatever the reasons they have, I pointed out that the only reason I ever visited Preston was due to its Iconic bus station and I’m not alone. It is a real asset to the city and I truly believe they should give the management of it to the people. I reckon the community of Preston would do a much better job of acquiring the funds and utilising the potential of the space than a few barely elected buyable officials.


So this is the situation as it stands. Tomorrow I start my own protest.


I will be involved with the live art event WHITE NOISE at Virginia Court in Glasgow tomorrow where I will be drawing and decorating a dress designed by tailor and couturier Betty Spoke alongside 8 other artists and designers. I will be creating a design on the dress inspired by Preston Bus Station and in true statement fashion and guerrilla art style I will be wearing a balaclava in homage to an image I took in the janitorial closet of the station.

It doesn’t stop there. It’s just the beginning. During my last trip to Preston I promised that if the station was threatened again I would marry it.

So it looks like I’m marrying Preston Bus Station. WATCH THIS SPACE.

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The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.

The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.

The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.

The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.

The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.

The Bath House, Govanhill Baths, Glasgow.