...In the face of a cacophony of disaster, works of art can have an appealing quality - they are their own contained universes, created from, but often unaffected by, our own. The finite edges of a painting, the constancy of a sculpture, or the familiar reproduction of symphonic notes, offer a fixed point against which to observe and contextualise our own moment of flux...
★★★★★: Belgium, land of beer, chocolate, charming medieval towns and cosy city breaks. If this is your idea of the diminutive Benelux nation then Léon Spilliaert is here to make you think again. Prepare to be drawn into an intoxicating world of insomniac melancholy that will forever change the way you see the home of Tintin and waffles.
The latest development in the ongoing campaign to squeeze every last penny out of each square foot of our urban space, Façadism is on the rise across London. This now highly fashionable practice is doing nothing more than placing a mask of faux respectability over the continued butchering of our city’s architectural heritage.
Morgan Haigh 