Eleanor Slankard
is a writer based in London, covering stories on design, architecture and comedy.
is a writer based in London, covering stories on design, architecture and comedy.
In the block next door to me lives a man with scars running up from either side of his mouth, a violently extended smile. His top-floor flat was once home to a pack of black and white cats he got as kittens, or perhaps bred, but once the cats became old or bold enough, they escaped from their balcony, down to freedom in the concrete streets of East London below.
I like a painter with a landscape obsession. I feel at home with a Cezanne, returning over and over to the edge of Mont Sainte-Victoire as he tries to capture the ever-changing colour of its sloping sides. Or an Etel Adan, who did the same to Mount Tamalpais, rendering its hues in both paint and words.