Sweet (and clear!) London

El momento justo del ocaso

Mi oficina esta abajo a la izquierda, casi en la esquina

Con aprender un 10% de lo que consigue hacer Jason Hawkes me conformo.
Via: Boston.com - London from above, at night
Where the hell is Pere? (physically or otherwise)



Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remeber what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."

Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different and more fundamental reasons than I'd disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim.
That's my score to date. Three. I haven't killed anybody for years, and don't intend to ever again.
It was just a stage I was going through.
- Iain Banks, The Wasp Factory