Culture, high and low

[example22]

This weekend at the Tate Modern: a Thai market -- everything £1, apparently it's a critique of consumer culture -- and a puppet show based on the blobby shapes drawn by Joan Miró: .

Meanwhile, in Tower Hamlets, it's been a fortnight since the last party, so it must be time for another one. They may be the poorest borough in London, but they know how to have fun (I can't remember the last fun event arranged by the lemon-suckers on Islington council). So there's bands and exotic food stalls and beer and a village-fete-ish thing and a proper steam-powered fairground and a brilliant maze that I couldn't take photographs of because it's all in darkness but it was absolutely worth the hour's wait to get in, and well, gosh it was fun.

And on the walk home, I discovered the kitschest statue ever. Feel free to disagree, but I'll want photographic evidence:

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[example22.livejournal.com]

Plastic tat, mostly. All the things you can see hanging up in that first photo. Or could see, if it were in focus (ahem). Buckets, dustpans, kiddie-sized chairs, those giant red-and-blue-tartan plastic rafia carrier bags that exist only in Hong Kong, that sort of stuff.

[purplecthulhu.livejournal.com]

Ah - that explains the fireworks I saw from my bacony a while back - good show!