Kolkata has been called a city of furious energy, the city of joy, a dying city. It is teeming, intense, broken and modern, old British empire and a stronghold of Bengali pride and culture. It’s crumbling and developing, wealthy and poor. It’s digested a tragic history but has a unique soul where it’s almost obligatory…
Nightwalking’s early subversive reputation, a night stroll down Junkfood Junction and meeting the future King of Scotland.
In the 18th century the secret world of the molly house was a place for gay men to socialise, cross-dress and role-play. But it was also a place of danger and treachery.
Now a street in London’s lost history, Holywell Street was a narrow alleyway once notorious for radical politics and erotica…
A panda down an alleyway. A dalek rusting at the bottom of the Clyde. Abstract geometry in a garden. It’s the wonderful world of Glasgow street and graffiti art.
Walking down Woodlands Road, Glasgow yesterday I came across this piece of advert sabotage and subversion on a bus stop.
The final part of searching for the lost Molendinar Burn.
