the three boxes

I inhabit a very nice, but not huge, flat; I work at home. My life and my work are inextricable.

then and now

 

At the end of the ’80s I was in Accra Ghana; cooked food was sold on every street corner –

own self do it

This was the way my brother, as a little boy, let it be known that he could do whatever the ‘it’ was by himself, thank you. I’ve been seeing and doing quite a lot of it myself lately.

making one’s mark

Coming back on the train the other day I sat near a mother and her little boy, two or three years old; she was keeping him well under control – he was in a bit of a squirm.

what designers talk about

When friends asked me to join them for a second visit to The Fabrics of India I jumped at the chance: there were so many things I’d missed on that quick first recce.

pattern’s in the air

A lot’s happened since I last wrote – where to begin? I’ll start at the finish.

blue sky thinking

It’s just about five months since I received a mysterious email from a Mr Oswaldo Ibarra in Guadalajara.

here, there and back again

The coffee table in the hotel lobby was a shiny wooden slab incised with a map of Manhattan. In the middle a deeper rectangle was carved and planted with grass – Central Park.

ideas with legs

This supremely co-ordinated couple hurried across my line of vision the other day.

spring forward

Until this time last year I had never once applied for a job.