for when it’s so cold even the central line is subzero
OOF, can’t believe the exclamation “oof!”, usually paired with splitting open a perfectly cooked soft boiled egg or in response to Orla dropping Auden, has now moved to pastures greener than my juvenile use of language, taking its place as the title of a new publication that is all about the relationship between art and football. Yes, they have a relationship, and it’s an extremely fruitful one, thank you. This new biannual mag is produced by Time Out’s art editor Eddy Frankel (a.k.a. Man with best prof pic on Twitter), and the first issue features big-time artists Rose Wylie (senior citizen of the moment) and Chris Ofili. At the end of the day, it’s something for the shelves of Wardour Street News that isn’t yet another £17 glossy that looks suspiciously similar to Dazed & Confused and also EVERY OTHER GLOSSY ON THE RACK, with content bound 2 be original considering its unlikely pairing of subjects.
Besides the Big Important Shows you should go to see like Barbican’s Another Kind of Life, Tate Britain’s All Too Human and – if you’ve not been yet – the Hayward’s re-opening with Andreas Gursky, make sure you give a little love to some smaller fry. Totally Different Animals at Arcadia Missa, the epic Marvin Gaye Chetwynd at Sadie Coles HQ, Luke Burton at Bosse & Baum, I Had The Landscape In My Arms at Josh Lilley and the enigmatic Rose Salane at Carlos/Ishikawa all are very worth your small-gallery-hopping while.
Smells like tenuous and weakly creative advertising but I’m also not too sure because the pre-whiff of whisky has impaired me slightly. Glenmorangie Spìos is opening a pop-up bar called Spice & Rye in Fitzrovia from 20th – 24th March, it looks like every dim’n’grotty basement bar in the area and, true to ***experiential form***, it’s complete with art deco-style decor and jazz band. It’s a brand literally getting you drunk so you buy their products, out of respect you should go.
An important precaution to take in this shit weather (or any weather in fact, cos this universe revolves around YOU gurl, not some fickle-minded meteorological phenomena) is to not forget about tending to your teatime taste buds. You want those buds to BLOOM, bitch, and nobody’s gon water them but you. Ditch the predictable selfies at Sketch and head to Cannizaro Park in Wimbledon for afternoon tea at Hotel du Vin and an unnecessary stroll through the foliage, it is worth the trek. If you find yourself oft crying out for crafts (and staying in Central), check out DrinkShopDo, where you can do stuff like bookbinding and clay modelling to make yourself feel like you’re at summer camp aged 9. Or, cinnamon rolls at Mughead Coffee in New Cross are bang, a lang, a langing.
Nicolas Jaar gotta be the most sneaky bastard in the game. You might think he hibernates like a bear in a Christmas ad but he’s out there under multiple aliases releasing music L, R and C like he’s some kind of Russian spy child spawned by Nina Kraviz. 2012 – 2017 is his new album, released a couple of weeks back under one of these undercover virtuoso alter egos – A.A.L (Against All Logic). It’s bouncin, and was put out by his label, Other People, which features more treats you should chekkkkkk a$ap.