We were driving past Blenheim so went to have a second look at their exhibition Blueprints of Power, not least because I had not registered that you can go up onto/into the roof, which is quite an experience. You look down on the wings from above:-
And you see the sculpture in the pediment close-up:-
We went to a small display about the Chinese Community in Limehouse which is in preparation for a larger display due to be held in St. Anne’s, Limehouse, opening on March 20th. (Fridays and Saturdays 10-4).
Nearly the first identifiable Chinese immigrant was Tan-Che-Qua, an artist who made a living making small ceramic stauettes before returning to China in March 1771.
In the 1950s there was apparently still a substantial Chinese community in Limehouse, based round the Chinese laundries and the restaurants, including Good Friends which opened in 1962 and was in the Good Food Guide and – the one we liked – the Peking, which was like entering old Shanghai.
I was particularly pleased to see a photograph of The Peking which was on West India Dock Road till the late 1980s when it was demolished with the advance of Canary Wharf:-
The curator of the exhibition wants to make contact with anyone who has information or memories of Chinese Limehouse.
I visited the Schwarzman Centre only three days after it opened and was impressed by its scale, its ambition, its astonishing spaces for music in its basement – and the fact that it had already been colonised so quickly. But everyone I have spoken to has corroborated that its effect on central Oxford may be less welcome:-
Some time ago I was kindly given a copy of András Szántó’s latest volume of dialogues on aspects of the art world: first, during COVID, with museum directors; then with museum architects; now broadening the discussion to the wider institutions and sociology of the art world. But for some reason, it has sat on my pile (a large pile) of books to read.
Tonight, I used it as preparation for a transatlantic discussion about museums (the differences between American and European museums) and I was struck by a fascinating comment in Szántó’s introduction:
What if the art world, struggling to attract tomorrow’s audiences, were to follow in the footsteps of symphonic music, ballet, and jazz, withdrawing into an amber grotto of splendid obscurity ?
I know that you will think I have become a monomaniac (I have) but this is a gentle reminder that the Vanbrugh exhibition at the Soane Museum is coming up soon and is in the process of being installed.
It’s very exciting. Huge gratitude to Will Gompertz and everyone at the Soane Museum for taking it on when the idea of doing it was only a gleam in the eye and for all their work organising it, installing it and arranging all the loans. And to Roz Barr, co-curator, who got me to look at, and think about, Vanbrugh’s drawings in a new way. And, of course, to all the donors and sponsors who are funding it.
Blenheim Palace has done Vanbrugh proud with an interactive exhibition of all aspects of his life, but particularly the problems with the construction of Blenheim and information about the building technologies and craftsmen involved.
It is maybe oddly helped by the fact that the roof of Blenheim is being reconstructed:-
In the entrance hall, you get to meet Vanbrugh:-
Then, you are able to tour through the private apartments. And there are brilliant animatronics based on the vitriolic letters between Vanbrugh and the Duchess of Marlborough.
Well, I suppose it was totally predictable that the City’s planning committee would give permission to the monstrous proposals for the development of Liverpool Street Station. After all, they give permission to 98% of the projects which are presented to them.
In other words, they are a rubber stamp.
I have written what I think of the project for Apollo in case you have a subscription:-
Following the award of the RIBA Gold Medal to Níall McLaughlin, I thought I would have a look at the housing scheme he did for the Peabody Trust, a relatively early work, commissioned in 2001 following a competition restricted to young architects.
It’s in Silvertown which feels a long way away, just south of Royal Victoria Dock, next to the vast and still undeveloped Millennium Mills and surrounded by housing from the 1980s. It was done in collaboration with an artist, Martin Richman, who suggested the dichroic film panels. It’s a little bit surreal – a piece of experimental modern architecture in an area of urban wasteland:-
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