From England to Greece

The end of year is closing in on us, much like the ghost of Christmas Past.

Gatwick and its fluo palette turning everything lucid, like with the eyes of the ghost of Christmas Present.

At the very last pub one sees before leaving England, best quote placement ever (spoiler alert ^^).

Around a whole world waiting to happen, like offered by a ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

Overcast

On a day of watching clouds drifting away, I remember realizing what strength dark palettes can have.

Royal Arcade red,

random British Museum corridor blue,

Barbican Center red, Barbican Center blue.

Gallery on the street

Sometimes I remember the day that saw two whole new works by Banksy.

“In the gallery and in the street you can photograph, contemplate and analyze it. In the latter you can own it more than a collector who needs a guard.”

From Greece to England

Doing some html work, waiting for the early morning flight. Inside one of travelers’ best kept secrets worldwide (the prayer room, occasionally upgraded to a whole elegant chapel).

Waiting for the afternoon flight, noticing this trip’s several supernatural undertones (“God save the trip”).