"Meanwhile, inside of Westminster, in a dark, cobwebby corner, the spider lady stirs, her face lined and haggard, joy-free, a road-map of hatred. A Miss Haversham of dogma and division."
Read MoreWell, sounds good doesn’t it? A a great Mantra. Didn’t Ghandi say it? And look what he achieved.
But Ghandi and partition was sixty years ago, before modern globalisation, before data farming, neoliberalism, before widespread industrial expansion and social media virtue signalling. And he starved himself, remember. And risked his life, while many others lost theirs.
Sorting your eggshells from your single-use plastic straws doesn’t really compare does it? Meaning well has never meant so little. So why do we do it?
Read MoreI think something good happened here, but I don’t know. Did I get something out of this? Why should that matter? Or did I just cause more trouble?
What do you think?
Read MoreMy father grew up during the Blitz and the post-war Austerity of the 1940s and 1950s in a tenement where the entire floor of the block shared a bathroom, and then become an adult in a world of astonishing luxury that his children took for granted.
I have rarely experienced the pleasure he would derive from a piece of fruit, a flower, a walk, a book, I doubt many of us have. Do we need to unlearn our addiction to the luxuries we think we need? Do we need to simplify our lives?
Read MoreThe 2018 20:20 meet the buyer event at the Dorchester Hotel was a fantastic opportunity for industry professionals to get together, and alongside some animated and vibrant networking speed-dating, there featured a fascinating talk on lighting from Carlo Camillo
Read MoreA favourite client and now an old friend, Ji at Plum Innovations called us up for a third year running - our having succeeded in helping them in the past to win coveted awards in highly competitive sections - to put together this simple but effective promotional corporate film for the national BETT educational IT awards.
Read MoreAnd as the afternoon fell into night, I walked up Shoreditch High Street, my little 50mm f1.4 twisting and straining to catch focus, so a kind of loneliness emerged in the character of the young people I captured. I felt how deeply alone they seemed, how distanced from each other and from the very process of trying to enjoy a Sunday evening amidst the bustle and colour and lights of what is so vaunted as London’s most vibrant of neighbourhoods
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