Graffiti on newspaper around Manchester’s Northern Quarter. Now, this is the first time I’ve ever heard of Bortusk Leer, but I like these very much. They’ve been there a few weeks now in a typical rainy Mancunian August, so the newspaper is obviously covered in some kind of fixer. I particularly like the cop on the Police Museum.
Faraday Street, Mcr
Paton Street, Mcr
Paton Street, Mcr
Back China Lane, Mcr
Tariff Street, Mcr
This, I think, [though I haven't seen it yet, so may change my mind] is the most disappointing of the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall installations so far. God only knows why the Guardian piece is being so mysterious about how it’s done. Even from that one tiny photo they’ve printed you can see that the steps to the left of the hall, as you walk down, which used to follow the level of the floor, now sink into the floor. Quite clearly it’s a false floor. With a crack in it. As for “enigmatic about how it was achieved”. Crikey. I was there three weeks ago and the slope down to the Turbine Hall entrance was FULL of trucks, workmen, diggers, little cranes, all kinds of shit.
It’s “about” the experiences of immigrants and racial segregation. Come on! Give me a break! Must we make it all so literal?! “How was it done?” “What’s it about?”
It makes me pine for Olafur Eliasson’s wonderful The Weather Project, a pic of which I’ve bunged up there just to brighten up this blog, which was drifting into monochrome dark grey overcoat Salford mid-80s territory. Blame Anton Corbijn.
