Waking up to the first red of autumn.
The moment of realizing that all Christmas decorations in essence try to reproduce this ambience.
Night is drawing closer …
… the halls of Cambridge colleges are being all set up.
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.
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.
Surfing the waves of time.
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.”