I went, for the first time, on a ‘bicycle architecture tour’ today. We all met in The Calthorpe Centre, which is a kind of funky youth eco project. The ride was marshalled by Southwark Cyclists (though some failed to turn up and we got lost a bit!) and was organised by Feilden Clegg Bradley Studios. Half seemed to be architects and the rest, ‘normal’ people, well, you know what I mean. (How can you be normal if you write about cycling all the time?)
The highlight was cycling (quite fast) to Anthony Gormley’s studios ‘somewhere slightly beyond Kings Cross). I love his work, although was rather surprised when we got to the studio another person was doing it but apparently that was ‘the norm’ for some artists. Now what would Picasso or Michaelangelo say?
We also went to the Gagosian Gallery which I thought was a ‘complete waste of time’ though ‘the leader’ kept going on and on about how wonderful it was for various exhibitions.
architecture.com/…/Winners2006/London/GagosianGalleryLondonWC1.aspx (well, it looks great from the inside).
I thought the outside of the building looked horrendous, rather like a B & Q warehouse. At first, I thought was a joke that we had to stand in front of it and talk about it. I thought it should be knocked down but it was rather dangerous to say that, as everyone else seemed to be admiring it, and many were architects. It was totally lost on the likes of me.
I think if this was the London ‘Carbuncle’ Bike tour, then it would be a lot more fitting.
Then my contact lens gave me gyp as I seemed to get dust in it. So there endeth my journey. Saying that, I don’t think I missed too much ie The Young Vic and the Unicorn Theatre.
So instead, when my eyes got better and less annoying and watery, I headed off to St Pancras Station and had a wander around there. Actually, I would have preferred to go there, than that awful Gargoyle, sorry, Gagosian Gallery.
St Pancras, was hellish (inside) but at least the outside of the station looked good. St Pancras has millions of shops, awful pastel blue ironwork, and you had to walk for miles to get about, and (yes! )there were queues to everything.
I mainly wanted to see the ‘naff sculpture’ Londoners have been talking about, however, I had enough of walking to and fro. The whole place is like a Bluewater Shopping Centre, with lots of the usual chains you see everywhere.
I didn’t even find the bike racks either. I asked about six people. I had to hike everywhere. I eventually found them, at the end of my trip in ‘Hell’s Station’, in a multi-story car park near the station. Now, who on earth would stick bikes racks in a multi-story car park? Bloomin’ quangos!
Then coincidently I met a lady in a Discovery Treks van at the station. They were about to collect a load of London to Paris cyclists. I had a chat with her as I did the one L to P last year. It brought home memories of coming back on the Eurostar. She told me the weather in France was terrible for the cyclists and one person got hurt though.