You might think you’ve walked in the delivery entry when you find yourself thrust into the kitchen of Old Raffles Place but relax, you’re right at home. It ain’t the Raffles, but it’s Singaporean hawker food done really, really right. Continue reading The Old Raffles Place
Assemble Papers, 12 February 2016
No one has been buried in Tower Hamlets Cemetery since 1966. It’s now a protected urban woodland spanning 11 hectares in London’s east that’s used by schoolchildren, retirees and, occasionally, a cultural festival called Shuffle.
Among the cemetery’s haphazard tombstones and wild greenery, there’s a surprising sense of calm that’s rarely found in London’s open spaces. There’s no eerie graveyard feeling, just the cool, dense air of vegetation that masks the traffic noise of the high street one block away.
The few people around are bunched in industrious huddles of twos and threes. They’re mostly volunteers who help to plant wildflowers in the former cemetery, but on the day of my visit there are more people around than usual, preparing for Shuffle, which is due to open in two days.
Shuffle Festival occupies disused spaces each summer to celebrate people, public spaces and cities. The festival was started three years ago by architect Kate MacTiernan, geographer Lizzy Daish, and with the backing of filmmaker Danny Boyle, and is now an annual event in Mile End, the neighbourhood that fans out from the cemetery and the nearby St Clement’s Hospital. Both sites had fallen into disuse before being reimagined by Shuffle.
Gang of girls (Bande des Filles) is Girlhood‘s French title, but for its English-speaking release the film’s team cleverly decided to position this as a riposte to 2014’s Boyhood. While I haven’t seen that film, I’m now more curious about how it compares to Girlhood given the wildly different worlds they create. Continue reading Girlhood (2014)
Right from the geometric simplicity of this film’s opening credits, I had fallen completely under Hitchcock’s spell. Though I didn’t know it, this sequence of rapidly moving lines and objects that metamorphose Continue reading North by Northwest (1959)
I’ve set myself a new challenge to deal with two problems.
One is just a personal gripe, the kind that only matters to your inner nagging voice: Continue reading Homework