Claire Tayler, or just Claire. Works as a social media writery type. Sometimes words make it onto this blog too. Her own views obviously. It would be ridiculous to have a blog otherwise.
Likes digital media, tech and advertising. Also likes adventures, music, making colourful food stuffs, and knitting socks, so content's a mix.
In her other bits of spare time, writes things for Bitchbuzz and Bored of Brighton, a one-a-day guide to Brighton.
The Phoenix Gallery ran an exhibition called Dream Home last month. We went along on a minor grand day out. On entering, there’s a small web of corridors to pick your way from, filling the space with archways and doors to go through, each entering a new room with a different theme. It’s a nice space.
We sat for a while on an old sofa in a 40s style room, with old music and war reports playing, wondering what the world used to be like.
They created a simple room that was one of the most interesting by blocking up the door. Rattling the door handle you can’t get in through, you’re forced to peer through a slit window or a small peephole around the corner at kneeling level. Peering through the tiny hole gave an angular look into the room, craning about to see a glowing yellow room with a chair and a bit of paper. Through a peep hole, we learned, everything is more interesting.
Mostly though, I liked the story that comes with this red cardboard house. It is simple and an indecisively laboriously journey. I like most that the inside colour is a mystery, but only because of the story.
In other news, there was also a minimal and inconsequential picture of a nice bird and some lightbulbs.
Saw the Pixies on Thursday. They were pretty good.
It made me realise how many folk and indie gigs I go to though, where everyone’s polite and it’s not all about ME ME ME. Maybe I’m bias. But I got annoyed at a pushy girl’s mass of hair in my face and a sweaty guy rubbing all over my arm. That made me feel old.
Half the audience were kids and half were middle-aged people with double necks. It made me smile. Especially when the obscure tunes (read: not on the best of album) came on and the kids went quiet whilst doublenecks got dancing. I can’t talk though as could be heard loudly asking “How long’s a chick been in the Pixies?” I got laughed at.
They played Where is My Mind? as a good first encore song. It was all ace though. The video’s in HD but you have to press the magic HD button. This is them waving: wave wave wave.
Stella have just launched ‘Le Recyclage De Luxe Show’ – the next TV show by a brand to be potentially lost in a mass of YouTube videos. Despite not being a massive fan of these (there’s nothing wrong with them, but I haven’t been bowled over) this one is pretty sharp.
As with the billboard and TV ads (hedge fund references are lost on me) it’s retro 1960s French chic. The subtitles are a bit of a pest though. I suppose I’m won over by anything that calls itself retro and gets in Florence and the Machine to do a 60s style performance.
Also they have some great poetry: My Heart,
It aches,
Like my shelf,
Full of sartre.
Now with a slightly vile temporary layout. Will be changing that to some sort of monotone grey when I can, but now I must watch ‘The Boat That Rocked’.
