Sunday kettles
At about ten past nine on a Sunday every kettle on our road clicks off within the same minute. You can hear it if the windows are open. It sounds like a very polite round of applause.
The Maaru Collective — Ongoing — London
— Issue N° 026
Notes, pictures, records and places, kept because there's life in the mundane.
A creative collective of one. Nothing here is trying to sell you anything. It is a place for things that would otherwise go unnoticed: the 07:12 bus, a stairwell at 08:50, a record bought up a flight of stairs in Nairobi.
Recent
Frequencies — MRU-007
Sunday, late
SIDE A — 6 TRACKS- A1Mr. Fingers — Can You Feel It
- A2Kerri Chandler — Rain
- A3Moodymann — Shades of Jae
- + 3 more
— with player
The 140 at 07:12
Same bus, same seat, same eleven people. Notes from a year of the same commute, and why I stopped wearing headphones on it.
2 min read
ROLL 03 / 8 FRAMES
Station Road at noon
Concrete does not pretend
The multi-storey car park behind the high street is the most honest building in town. A short defence of a building nobody likes.
1 min read
in progressv0.3
Bus stop typography
Tracing the lettering on every bus stop flag between home and the station, to see if they are all the same. They are not.
Started 09.26 — last touched
Index
- 01JournalWriting, notes, things noticed on the way somewhere else.6 entries
- 02VisualsPhotographs and moving pictures, in rolls and sequences.5 entries
- 03FrequenciesRecords, mixes and listening notes. After hours.5 entries
- 04ElsewherePlaces, kept as postcards and fragments.5 entries
- 05ExperimentsThings made, half-made and abandoned on purpose.5 entries
