Saturday, June 30, 2012

The Photographers' Gallery: Burtynsky’s OIL



With less than a month left until I move out of the dorms and into a real house I’m forcing myself to spend most days up to that point doing data analysis for my dissertation rather than roaming the streets of London while I’m still living close enough to Central to do so. Once I move out to Zone 6 besides being just plain farther out I'll have all the responsibilities that come with working. The end day time free time as I've known it. But hey, at least I can say I've made the most of it, right? In comparison to the other student's I've gotten to know here, and in comparison to the Londoners I've met and gotten to know as well, I make more of a point of getting out and doing stuff and exploring than basically all of them. Which is exactly how, today, I discovered the newly opened Photographers' Gallery in Soho, free to the public, just a block away from Oxford Street.


As their name would suggest, The Photographers' Gallery is the largest public gallery in London dedicated to photography, as well as the first independent gallery in Britain to be dedicated to photography. Once occupying two buildings on a different site, the new gallery on Ramillies Street is a converted warehouse, five floors of which are dedicated to exhibitions.


The current exhibit features Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky who traveled the world to chronicle the effect of oil on all our lives, and to reveal the rarely seen mechanics of its production and distribution.

From the site: This exhibition shows three sections from Burtynsky’s series OIL: Extraction and Refinement, Transportation and Motor Culture and The End of Oil. The works depict landscapes scarred by the extraction of oil, and the cities and suburban sprawl defined by its use. He also eloquently addresses the coming end of oil, as we face its rising cost and dwindling availability.

Burtynsky's color photographs render his subjects with a transfixing clarity of detail. From aerial views of oil fields and highways ribboning across the landscape, to derelict oil derricks and mammoth oil-tanker shipbreaking operations, we are confronted with the evidence of our dependence on this finite resource.

The places photographed in the exhibition sections Extraction and Refinement and The End of Oil are often remote and unknown. Although they are vast, they are out of view and not places we are likely to experience. The large format photographic process that Burtynsky uses enables acute detail within large-scale prints. He uses helicopters, cranes and other high vantage points to create aerial, ‘birds eye view’ shots of the places and subjects he photographs. He rarely uses close up. This distancing effect gives a clear impression of the vastness of these operations.


Human beings
taking things from
nature to provide for
themselves is not new,
but the scale is. So if I
wanted to photograph
a quarry, I’d look for
the biggest to show the
gigantic proportions
of what we take from
the land”.
Edward Burtynsky

Not surprisingly, much of his work featured landscapes in America: oil refineries in Texas, interstates in Los Angeles, tire disposal sites in California, car manufacturing plants, highway exits stops, airplane dismantling yards...



Burtynsky has said that he wants his audience to be engaged by both the beauty and the horror of his images – to be both attracted and repelled.


Friday, June 22, 2012

This Is Where I Live


Really, I just wanted an excuse to share this photo (see below).

I didn't take it, but it's awesome. And kind of encompasses why I love living here in "a picture's worth a thousand words"-type way.

Because I DO still love living here and haven't regretted leaving the US for a second. In just over a month I'll be moving out of my dorm room, away from a campus, to a real, normal house with my own room. Less than a year since I came to London originally and already I'm packing up all over again. But as much of a hassle as moving typically is, I don't mind it. Not only do I not own much - just clothes, really, no furniture to my name over here - but packing up and going somewhere else always means fun adventures lie ahead! Which sounds completely corny and cheesy but that doesn't mean it's not true! I'll have a whole new part of London to explore and loads of new people to meet and an entirely different lifestyle, one other than 'broke student'.

I've become so accustomed to moving around after packing up and going to new schools all over the place that change and relocation doesn't bother me at all. I'm really looking forward to it, actually. Just a month away!



Thursday, June 14, 2012

Slam Dunk Festival



As if by prophecy or some space-time continuum linking one May 27th to the next, the sun always shines right on me on my birthday. Always. No matter where I am in the world. That's how I knew in advance I could count on an all-day musical festival being the ideal outdoor birthday experience party thinger day-out event. To make things better, May 27th fell on a weekend and was also the one day a week my best friend had off work, and a music festival with American alt-rock (my favorite genre) was being hosted by his alma mater. A perfect coincidence. 


So the day I turned 25 (gasp! I’m so old!) I was already in Colchester (which I will discuss separately in a later blog), which is Northeast of London, in Essex, staying at my friend's house for 5 days. That morning the plan was to hike (meaning drive) to Harfordshire (about an hour away) and then basically rock out all afternoon to some killer tunage while we baked and turned red in the hot sun.

Having already roasted myself to a crisp days before, I figured a bit more skin cancer couldn't hurt and went for the minimalist look. Plus, I could enhance my oncoming tan and keep cool in the blistering sun all at once.



We melted in the car on the way. It's always nice to start the day sweating, clothes nicely dampened before you even arrive at your destination. And that aspect of the day had only just begun. When we arrived the fully-English experience known as “queuing” was in full swing. The line wrapped and wrapped all around the sidewalks, piling up, on and on. Tons of people. Luckily, waiting in line is my favorite. Which was great since we got to do that for 2.5 hours, missing the first acts of the day. And for no good reason, mostly just so people could slowly make their way past the security tent at a leisurely pace. I've never seen anything like it.

Standing in a crowded queue, or a pile of people in something resembling a line, afforded us the opportunity, however, to engage with drunken students and youths our own age. As usual, everyone was stoked to discover an American in their midst. They were eager to share their opinions of the US and to rattle off stories of visiting Vegas or NYC, because no one ever visits anywhere other than those two cities when they travel to the US. After you've seen those you've seen it all, apparently.


Finally, we passed under the tent, the one where people were taking their good, old time, holding up 100s of others behind them for no real reason at all. Off to the left was the main stage, the other 5 stages were spaced out off to the right. Of the 40+ bands that played that day we wanted to watch Zebrahead (which we missed while we stood in line), Say Anything, Motion City Soundtrack, Funeral for a Friend, Cartel, Forever the Sickest Kids, and Taking Back Sunday (the headlining act). As you can tell, I was really only interested in American acts. Unfortunately most of the bands, as a whole, were playing off new albums that I hadn't heard...and as we all know, after some of these guys go mainstream their music starts to suck. Badly. Which was the case for all but Cartel and FtSK, which still rocked and played old, good stuff along with newer, good stuff. The others' songs all sounded the same after a few tracks. Admittedly, we were both a bit disappointed. But hey, it was music & sun & lots of jumping, singing kids all smashed together...and for that, I loved it. Seriously one of my favorite environments, as cheesy as that sounds.

 Cartel singing 'Honestly'...awesome some, kind of a lame vid though...




Taking Back Sunday had approx a 2 hour set, but started off with their new stuff before they got around to playing their good, older numbers...the ones I knew and could jam along to. The only one I recognized early on was the song “Faith” featured on the Transformers soundtrack because it was WAY overplayed on the radio last summer...so much so that we had a running joke about it because our favorite station played it twice in a row at one point. So when it started I had to laugh, reliving memories with my buddies from Bay.

This is for you, jeffy, though "You might lose your faith in science...":




Sunday, June 10, 2012

MINT Polo in the Park 2012



Before circling back two weeks to relive the events of May 27th I'll tell you about the MINT Polo in the Park event while it's still fresh in my mind. There are two things to love about this sport, polo. One, the beautiful, graceful, perfected and largely expensive horses. And two, the beautiful, rich, pampered and perfectly dressed men. Everything else is merely added fluff and fancy.

But those tertiary delights of a London polo match, to be fair, aren't that far behind in the rankings. The event took place at Hurlingham Park, which is historically linked to polo (see below), and was sponsored by the best of the best. Harrods department store, which as we know encompasses seven floors of exquisite collections across 4.5 acres, provided the food for the event. Veuve Clicquot, both a champagne house in Reims, France, and a brand of premium Champagne, was, not surprisingly, the champagne sponsor. Founded in 1772 by Philippe Clicquot-Muiron, Veuve Clicquot played an important role in establishing champagne as a favored drink of haute bourgeoisie and nobility throughout Europe and today they had a centrally located stand behind one of the two goal posts. 


Other sponsors include (with descriptions pulled from the official event website):
La Martina, the quintessential international polo brand, representing the elegance, prestige and tradition of the game of polo itself. La Martina is the world's leading supplier of technical polo equipment and clothing, and the brand of choice of discerning polo professionals worldwide.
Mandarin Oriental Hyde Park Hotel is London’s “most fashionable address”. Blending sumptuous guestrooms with award-winning restaurants, a world-leading spa and bustling bar, it is the definitive destination for a luxury escape in the capital.
Camino Real Polo & Country Club is set in 770 acres of beautiful Argentinean countryside in the polo Capital of the world. Being built by polo enthusiasts for polo enthusiasts this unique first class development will be both home, holiday destination and place of work for people who have two things in common, their love of all things polo and equestrian and their desire for the best available facilities.
....as well as Audi, Evian, and a slew of financial consultants, health clubs, and other upper-echelon organizations.




A bit of history/context: Polo was first played at Hurlingham Park in 1874. In 1908 Hurlingham hosted the Olympic polo final (where England won a gold medal). The Hurlingham Club was the headquarters of British polo for 65 years, and the name became synonymous with the sport, but during the Second World War the polo ground was converted into allotments, with the last major polo event taking place in 1939. However, now for the fourth year running, Hurlingham Park hosted the world's top polo players as they battled it out in a furious display of horsemanship.



Polo in the Park was actually a 3-day event, with today being the MINT final and Plate final, two hard-fought polo battles, Australia verses Moscow, followed by London versus Buenos Aries. Between games entertainment was provided by The Devils Horsemen (the stunt display team most recently seen in Steven Spielberg’s epic movie ‘War Horse’). We had perfectly situated grandstand seats at the equivalent of the 50 yard line, only 12 rows from the front...the ideal spot from which to view both goals and take great photos of the horses (though, alas, like a proper fool I forgot my camera). The event reminded me very much of the Kentucky Derby (minus the infield and the exorbitant betting), with everyone dressed nicely, surrounded by horses and riders (though not mini riders, but normal sized, super fit, manly horsemen!), drinking fancy, expensive drinks........but even better because the excitement lasts longer than the typical 2 minutes at the Derby. And unlike most sports, it was simple and easy to follow, with 'periods' lasting only six minutes a piece so that even those of us who hate watching sports can get in on the excitement for explosive segments, perfectly timed to a length long enough to encourage enthusiastic cheers throughout but still short enough to keep everyone's attention throughout. So you watch some gorgeous horses and some gorgeous men and then go grab another glass of champagne or a fresh pina colada served in a real, giant pineapple. In the background you can always hear a bit of prattle from lively Cockney commentators and you can tell, thankfully, this event doesn't take itself too seriously. So while it IS all a bit upper class it's definitely a load of fun, especially if you get dressed up and go along with a group of friends. 
 
PS. For those of you who've seen Pretty Woman, they really DO let everyone onto the field between matches to fill in the divets. 




Thursday, June 7, 2012

Eurovision



I grew up without TV and thank God for that. I've never seen so much rubbish in one place in all my life. If I had the choice between digesting Andrew Wiles' mathematical proof of Fermat's Last Theorem and the garbage on the telly......wait, I DID have that choice just yesterday!....and guess which one I chose?





Damn right!
If only the proof wasn't over 100 pages long I'd describe it to you, but alas, it is.

the twin duo 'Jedward' representing Ireland
And yet I, in all my disgust, can be persuaded to watch really shit TV from time to time. Usually there needs to be a reward involved if I’m to participate, though. In this case, I was promised some seriously unreal entertainment.

Eurovision, I was told in advance, is one of Britain's most embarrassing links to the rest of Europe...and rightly so. Even I, with my limited exposure to trash programming, could tell this televised song contest was absolute, utter rubbish. In all my life I've never seen such talentless performing. And having been involved in 12+ years worth of amateur theater and musical performance, I can speak from direct personal experience. 

The 2012 performance stage
The Eurovision Song Contest is one of the longest running television shows in the world. The project began in 1955 when the European Broadcasting Union came up with the idea of an international song contest whereby countries, represented by their respective public broadcasters, would participate in one television show, to be transmitted simultaneously in all represented nations. In those days it was very ambitious to join many countries together in a wide-area international network. Without interruption, the Eurovision Song Contest has been broadcast every year since 1956, which makes it one of the longest-running television programmes in the world. Who knew? Seriously, has anyone in the US ever heard of this thing before? 

One of the favorites to win, the grandmas from Russia
Today it claims, unabashedly, to be “One of the most typical European traditions and without doubt, Europe's favorite TV show,” which to me sounds like a leap and a bound away from the truth, but what do I know? I suppose it MAY be popular in other countries but, thank Christ, it isn't taken seriously here in the UK. If it was, I’d have to leave. 

After decades have passed to potentially perfect this program, and particularly NOW with all the song competition programs in existence to use as inspiration and a basis for 'what IS talent', you'd think Eurovision would have its act together. But alas, it's crap. Even the UK broadcasters mock their own involvement as well as all the acts as they perform. Meanwhile, the rest of Europe seems to really fight for the win. Votes are largely a popularity contest with the most given to the richest countries first, and then to the neighboring countries of the voting country. And the UK never wins because, apparently, the rest of Europe hates them...probably because of their close alliance with the US, the nation most hated across the globe.

Loreen, the winner, representing Sweden.
You know what, I’m just going to let some samples from the finale competition, which took place in Azerbaijan (WTF? Is this REALLY a place? Like a real country?) speak for themselves:


English lyrics (excerpt) for "Party for Everybody" by Russian ladies:
I will be putting a white tablecloth,
I will be waiting for kids coming back home.
The dough is rising joyously.
And my heart is cheering.
Party for everybody! Dance!
Come on and dance!
Come on and dance!
Come on and… Boom! Boom!
The house is full of kids, the relatives have come.
I am going to put on my green dress,
I am going to tie a white head cloth.
And I am going to dance.
We are singing extremely strongly.
We are dancing soulful, so soulful!
We are singing extremely strongly,
Because we are together!
Party for everybody! Dance!
Come on and dance!
Come on and dance!
Come on and …
Party for everybody! Dance!
... etc


"Suus" by Albanian lady with no vocal talent whatsoever.
English translation (excerpt):
In this world, love lives no more
Time has no time for us anymore, no
Noo, oh
Noo… oh…
Time has no time for us anymore
My airplane lands
On your souls’s runway without lights.
They elbow their way and rise today,
Those who couldn’t live yesterday.



"Waterline" by the Irish twins, Jedward, that no one likes.





 "Love Me Back" by the Turkish guys...hey, at least they made a boat out of capes!!





And this sick little number by Modlova...lyrics seem a bit inappropriate for this kind of contest...AND for this style of music. Like dirty ska or something?

Friday, June 1, 2012

The London Eye



I took advantage of the mini break in the typically grey weather. We had two days in SW London where it was warm and sunny and heavenly and, like a typical American girl, I went and baked myself in the sun. And although I got got burned to a crisp and suffered a full week of painful redness and nearly unbearable itchiness as layers of my back peeled away, and am probably on the shortlist for skin cancer as a result, I’m now a glorious shade of golden brown. It's a well-known fact that everything done with a tan is at least 10% more awesome and 90% more attractive!

Me with my first English sunburn, making a really stupid face
During the same week I suffered the discomforts associated with sunburn I was happily distracted by a nifty array of birthday-linked activities. This post describes the first day of birthday-ing.


These past few months I've neglected describing all the different restaurants I've tried, mostly because they all seem great to me and I’m not much of a food critic. Frankly, I’m happy just to have someone else cook for me and serve me the food I select off a list of choices. As long as the dish doesn't look questionable when it's served and doesn't make me ill afterward I’m usually satisfied, especially if I haven't had to trade in an arm and a leg for it. But in this case, stop #1 on my first birthday day was to The Square in Mayfair, a 2 Michelin Star Central London restaurant. While many of his peers are fawning for the TV cameras or signing cookbooks, Philip Howard is at the stove, attending to the finer points of unimpeachable, grade-A contemporary cuisine. Although it can feel a bit corporate and the acoustics leave something to be desired (I felt like I was talking loudly just to be heard cross a small, two-person table), such gripes seem churlish when Howard reliably delivers ‘perfectly paced’ cooking and sheer indulgent class. Nearly every table was occupied by smartly dressed business types that Thursday afternoon, which isn't a surprise considering the location right off Old Bond St. Appropriately named, The Square is an angular, impersonal room, but also very open and light and clean-white. Sober and modern. Luckily, in contrast to the room itself, service was friendly as well as plentiful. We had so many waiters and servers such come to our table there was never a moment when I feared I wouldn't be properly gastronomically pampered. 


Flavors are big and complex, and saucing is exquisite. Paired with my first Earl Grey iced tea in London, a real treat for an American used to the sweet, cool southern drink easily found anywhere in the US but nowhere in the UK, we were served an amuse bouche before the meal of potato foam and salmon on the side, plus a current and walnut bread selection with warm butter was a lovely, light way to begin the meal. The starter was the chef's special that day, Roast Isle of Orkney Scallops with peas, broad beans, morels and parmesan. I love seafood, so I couldn't resist sticking to it with a main of sauté of John Dory with turnip tops, snails, morels, peas and parmesan. For dessert, crème caramel with candied fruit (I know there were raisins but I couldn't tell what the other fruit was...something sugar-coated so it's not like I worried about labeling it, really) and warm blood orange brioche roulade. £80 a person for four courses, so it wasn’t a cheap lunch, but we had a fabulous time. Though it’s never been the trendiest restaurant on the block, but The Square is a benchmark for pure-bred, French-inspired culinary sophistication. 

These aren't all photos of what we ate, specifically, that day but they were pretty photos from the slideshow on the website





Feeling fully, well, full after several hours of lingering dining and conversation, we made out way south via the underground to Westminster Station, just across the river from the London Eye, destination #2 for birthday day #1...interestingly, a perfect Circle in contrast to The Square....


It is the tallest Ferris wheel in Europe, and the most popular paid tourist attraction in the United Kingdom, visited by over 3.5 million people annually.When erected in 1999, it was the tallest Ferris wheel in the world, until surpassed first by the 160 m (520 ft) Star of Nanchang in 2006, and then the 165 m (541 ft) Singapore Flyer in 2008. It is still described by its operators as "the world's tallest cantilevered observation wheel" (as the wheel is supported by an A-frame on one side only, unlike the Nanchang and Singapore wheels). Originally the Millennium Wheel, the London Eye was officially called the British Airways London Eye and then the Merlin Entertainments London Eye. Since 20 January 2011, its official name is the EDF Energy London Eye following a three-year sponsorship deal.
Inside a capsule, at night (duh!)


Either way, whatever you want to call it, “The Eye has done for London what the Eiffel Tower did for Paris, which is to give it a symbol and to let people climb above the city and look back down on it. Not just specialists or rich people, but everybody. That's the beauty of it: it is public and accessible, and it is in a great position at the heart of London.” Writing for G2 in an article from August 2007, Steve Rose described the Eye as follows, “The Eye... exists in a category of its own.... It essentially has to fulfill only one function, and what a brilliantly inessential function it is: to lift people up from the ground, take them round a giant loop in the sky, then put them back down where they started. That is all it needs to do, and thankfully, that is all it does.”