Robert Darch talks us through his stark images of the UK that revisit claustrophobic small towns and reveal his fears for young people’s futures ‘I feel for this generation’: Welcome to Brexit island – in pictures
From dancing pensioners to a mass baptism in the Thames, a new book collects seven decades of British documentary photography ‘Photography starts at home’: the story of postwar Britain – in pictures
The heavy sound of vehicles trundling overhead is impossible to ignore from beneath one of the UK’s best-known concrete structures, which turns 50 on Tuesday. Thousands of motorists travel through the Gravelly Hill Interchange on the outskirts of Birmingham at every hour of every day. Spaghetti Junction at 50: What lies beneath?
My family go to a local Catholic church where, to my wild schoolboy excitement, Leeds United players regularly attend mass. Sightings of Billy Bremner, Eddie Gray, Terry Yorath – tie-knots as wide as their trouser flares – are the real religious experience for me. The day I thwarted Jimmy Savile: Mark Lawson on trying to …
A new book captures the most aspirational and enlightened architecture of the north’s postwar years – featuring competitive church building and an endless supply of reinforced concrete Concrete jungle: the brutalist buildings of northern England – in pictures
In July 2009, Terry Herbert of the Bloxwich Research and Metal Detecting club picked up a signal with his metal detector; the signal for what we now know to be the Staffordshire hoard. Lire la suite ici : ‘I’d like to find a Roman fibula brooch’: watching the detectorists – a photo essay
Farouchement libre et avant-gardiste, Cosey Fanni Tutti, raconte sa vie sans tabou dans Art, Sexe, Musique, son autobiographie tout juste traduite aux éditions Audimat. Au fil des pages, elle livre le récit d’une vie passée sous le mantra « ma vie est mon art, mon art est ma vie ». Lire la suite ici : …
Cosey Fanni Tutti et la vie transgressive : l’art du sexe Lire la suite »
Lire la suite ici : Tales From The Scary Magic Field, by The Hauntologists
