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  • What is the future for Harringay’s warehouse district?

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    The front of one of the Omega Works warehouses on Hermitage Road, Harringay. Photograph: Ossi Piispanen

    “Artists and African churches always move in at the same time,” says Ellis Gardiner, as he describes how he arrived in what is known variously as the Manor House or Harringay Warehouse district in 2000 with plans to set up a recording studio.

    Fifteen years on, we are sitting in the ground floor of an old Courtney Pope building on Eade Road – part of a sprawling industrial site consisting of around 322 units across 42 sites. Once the area’s major employers in the shop fitting business, Gardiner and others have transformed the building into the New River Studios, comprising a recording studio, affordable office space and a café. Rising above the other side of Seven Sisters Road is a glinting totem of plate glass that is Hackney Council’s flagship development Woodberry Down.

    The cross-subsidising model of Berkeley Homes’ mammoth project – where luxury penthouse flats are sold to fund the building of new council homes – is an increasingly popular one among cash-strapped councils.

    Walking around the warehouse cluster the Berkeley tower pokes up above every chimney turret and single storey factory, a constant reminder of top-down regeneration and the steady spread of capital inching up from Shoreditch via Dalston and Stoke Newington.

    Shulem Askler began buying up property on Eade Road in the nineties, when the ‘rag trade’ fell into decline and Harringay’s smaller textile factories accommodating Greek and Turkish dressmakers, sewers, packers and button makers began to close. His company Provewell Ltd now manages around 70 per cent of the warehouses in the area on behalf of its owners (mainly offshore investors).

    Beginning with blank slates (“They had no bedrooms or doors,” laughs Askler) these industrious new tenants designed their own homes and workplaces. Other than a few rogue ‘architectural nightmares’, many are spaces that could grace the pages of interior design magazines; vast communal spaces decorated with projector screens, pool tables and wild plants, daring staircases and the obligatory space-saving mezzanines.

    Gardiner – something of a warehouse everyman – is also a leaseholder on a former Fed-Ex warehouse appropriately named Ex-Fed, home to around 25 people. “It’s like a vacuum, creative people just flood in,” says Gardiner.

    Now more than 1000 people live here. Hundreds of self-employed artists, makers, musicians and entrepreneurs have set up shop inside the live/work units. An internal Facebook group, fiercely guarded by its administrators, is a good place to view the micro-economy in action. Services and jobs are advertised, alongside parties and odds and ends for sale. Organisations like Haringey Arts work to connect artists with each other and provide a legal framework for those looking to apply for arts funding, while events such as May’s InHouse Festival offer a jam-packed programme of film, music, theatre and art held over six warehouses venues.

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    Row of former furniture factories now warehouses on Hermitage Road. Photograph: Ossi Piispanen

    Unauthorised living

    All this was bubbling away nicely until a Haringey Council officer visited one of the units on Hermitage Road in summer 2013 following a fire and was shocked to discover bedroom after illegal bedroom tucked away in an industrial unit. Despite the fact tenants had been paying council tax for over 10 years, the authorities were apparently unaware of the scale of the residential use. Initially Haringey Council went in guns blazing and requested £660,000 to tackle “unauthorised living in industrial areas”. One councillor described the warehouses as “cramped, cold, unsanitary and dangerous”.

    Opposition to the evictions was quickly mounted by Warehouses of Harringay Association of Tenants (W.H.A.T.), and after an enforcement notice seeking to reverse the unauthorised residential use in Ex-Fed was quashed in a legal case, the council was pressured into performing a tentative yet significant U-turn. In the Haringey Local Plan released in February 2015, policymakers describe their ‘Vision for the Area’ as: “The creation of a collection of thriving creative quarters, providing jobs for the local economy, cultural output that can be enjoyed by local residents, and places for local artists to live and work.”

    So begins the momentous task of legislating an alternative way of living – coming up with what might sound like a contradiction in terms, a “warehouse blueprint”. Normalising an alternative lifestyle whilst retaining its authenticity is a tricky balancing act. W.H.A.T. member Tom Peters says: “Blueprinting is about trying to ring-fence off areas in a way that limits the rampage of gentrification across the city. The state is supposed to be hedging against these big development models. Otherwise the city will become unaffordable dead space.”
    This might be what beckons for Hackney Wick, just a few miles down the River Lea, where the artist community has never tried to officially change its use from light industrial to residential or live/work.

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    Imposing: front of a warehouse by night. Photograph: Ossi Piispanen

    As developers put in gigantic planning applications, artists are working out their notice period in leaky studios with nothing but vague Section 106 promises of “affordable workspace”. Going for legitimacy might mean the council makes you put banisters on the staircases, but it also offers protection.

    When I get Askler on the phone, known as simply Shulem to his tenants, he tells me he “deserves a reward” for how he has developed the warehouses. “It’s a vibrant and fantastic community. We’re trying so hard to keep it like this. Of course! We could have gone for planning permission and built a Berkeley Homes out of it, but it’s crazy, these people do so much for the community. We have over 1000 tenants, not one single one of them takes housing benefit.”

    While the council’s decision to draft a warehouse policy is generally thought of as “pretty progressive, for Haringey”, many of the residents – especially those familiar with the implementation of City Hall’s London Plan – express concerns about the council’s strategic policies to bring back the employment function of the area. This means big change. Local historian and founder of online forum Harringay Online Hugh Flouch says the boom and bust story of the British Industrial Revolution can be read in the history of this sprawling site.

    Heavy industry arrived around 1914 in the shape of the redbrick Maynard’s sweet factory, Courtney Pope Holdings and a collection of piano manufacturers. Industry has been trickling out of Harringay since World War II, and many question exactly which types the council thinks it could tempt back. John Gregory, son of Jim Gregory who opened J. Reid Pianos in 1952, has worked in the piano refurbishment shop on St Anne’s Road since he was 12 years old. He says:“The factories have gone and have been converted. What was industrial is now residential.”

    Except it is not just residential. The site is already home to the kind of burgeoning creative industry that the council says it wishes to create. The judge in the enforcement case at Ex-Fed recognised Provewell’s point that under the current occupation the building was generating a higher level of employment than when it had been used for its lawful purpose.

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    Gardens at the back of Omega Works. Photograph: Ossi Piispanen

    Popularity problem

    With Haringey Council tentatively on board, the other threat is the district’s ‘popularity problem’ or gentrification. The clumsy waves of big money are already appearing, one frozen yoghurt shop at a time. A shop called Simply Organique is the latest addition to Manor House Station – its healthy wares incongruous against the dusty fug of kebab grills, knackered bakeries and greasy spoons. Nathan Coen, 24, moved to Overbury Road from Dublin in 2010 and now lives in Omega Works. “When I moved it was just before the Tottenham riots, no one wanted to be here. Now you can see the changes creeping.”

    But while it is easy to point the finger at the wider market for the rent rises, the internal organs of the warehouse district are not immune from profit-motives. Within the tangled power structure some ‘bad apple’ leaseholders are taking a less than positive artistic licence and making big bucks by squeezing bedrooms into former communal space. Gardiner, who is a leaseholder himself, says: “It’s a problem, and it’s not sustainable.” W.H.A.T. hopes to tackle the problem by starting a housing cooperative together with Provewell and taking on units themselves.

    Using Haringey Arts as a vehicle to connect with its tenants, Provewell has invested £50,000 in the area’s external appearance. A huge hand-made light-up sign shaped like a cotton reel reading ‘Artists’ Village’ hangs over Overbury Road. There is also a heat-reactive mural depicting both the dystopian and utopian elements of warehouse life which turns opaque when you place your hands on it, and a QR code bookshelf encouraging passers-by to download a warehouse-recommended read.

    Tom Peters from W.H.A.T. sees the ‘Artists’ Village sign’ and the landlord’s artistic patronage as a commodification of the area’s hitherto organic creativity. “It is branding. There’s a tension between wanting to celebrate what we are doing and preserving it.” But Co-Director of Haringey Arts James West disagrees: “Artists complain about having no funding, and that they can’t get Arts Council funding because of the cuts, but there’s money on the doorstep. So yes it is loosely gentrified, but at least you are being involved.”

    When compared to the whopping towers of Woodberry Down or the gradual erosion of artistic areas like Hackney Wick, it is tempting to see the growth of the Harringay warehouse district as a genuinely bottom-up or grassroots process of regeneration. Peters resists such a simple narrative. “It’s not as linear,” he says. “The city is created and recreated all the time and it is a more complex process than looking at it top-down or bottom up. It’s about different interests clashing.”

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    Home grown: Residents decorate warehouse front with plants. Photograph: Ossi Piispanen

    See more of Ossi Piispanen’s photography here

  • Why heritage activism is something worth developing

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    Protesters at the wake for Dalston Lane terraces in January 2015. Photograph: @TimePlaceE8

    Every year, more than 10,000 people from around the world descend on Minneapolis, in the United States, for the international Internet Cat Video Festival. They gather in gigantic auditoria to watch the pick of the year’s crop of Internet cat videos, and chat about them afterwards.

    For Loyd Grossman, the pasta sauce maker and broadcaster who is chairman of the Heritage Alliance and Churches Conservation Trust, as well as president of the National Association of Decorative & Fine Arts Societies (NADFAS), the annual vid-fest is a good omen for the future preservation of England’s built heritage.

    “People actually like something tangible, and they like something that involves other people,” he said at a recent talk for the East End Preservation Society (EEPS). “This is the power of reality, and if heritage doesn’t represent reality, what else does?”
    Elaborating, Grossman posed and answered the obvious question on the cat-and-chat convention: “Why do they do it? They do it because they want to do something with other people. There’s this tremendous resurgence of social interest, and this is something that we who work in heritage need to harness.”

    Grossman’s observation about the “power of reality” can be applied as much to William Morris and Octavia Hill as it can to the various campaigns to save heritage buildings in Hackney over recent years. From OPEN Dalston to the Save the Chesham campaign, these are campaigns that always rely on “social interest” in buildings people feel belong to them, even if they’ve never done more than look through the keyhole.

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    In the case of Save the Chesham, many of the campaigners had looked inside a great deal more, frequently spending whole evenings at the popular 150-year-old pub on Mehetabel Road, Homerton, until it was closed in 2012 after being purchased by developer Mukund Patel, who converted it into an office space with a flat above.

    Save the Chesham, a group of residents and former customers, formed to restore the pub and succeeded first in having it designated an Asset of Community Value and finally in having a highly unusual ‘Article 4’ direction served on the premises, which meant that any future change of use from being a free house would require planning permission. The Chesham Arms is to re-open as an ‘East End boozer’ this summer.

    Mine's a pint: Victorious Chesham Arms campaigners. Photograph: Save the Chesham
    Mine’s a pint: Victorious Chesham Arms campaigners. Photograph: Save the Chesham

    Save Dalston Lane

    Less happy is the fate of 48-76 Dalston Lane, a terrace of Georgian buildings where demolition work has begun following a decade-long struggle. The planned development of ‘heritage likeness’-fronted non-affordable flats which will take its place was tenaciously opposed by conservation group OPEN Dalston, upon whose blog the ins and outs of the story are painstakingly documented by Bill Parry-Davies, prominent Hackney lawyer and OPEN Dalston founder.

    The Dalston Lane buildings were bought by Hackney Council from the Greater London Council in 1984 and sold to an off-shore company in 2002. Severe structural damage followed, including fires, with the new owner subsequently applying for planning permission to demolish the buildings and replace them with shops and flats. In 2010, the council bought the terrace back for twice the price it had sold it for and promised a ‘conservation-led’ development scheme to preserve it. In January 2015, final approval for demolition of the terrace was given by a judge who turned down OPEN Dalston’s final appeal.

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    Looming on the horizon is the greatest heritage battle to have been fought in East London for a generation: the proposed Bishopsgate Goodsyard development (“the biggest thing to hit the area since the plague,” in the words of one campaign group) by firm Hammersons and Ballymore.

    Hackney Council launched a campaign back in February to ‘save Shoreditch’ from the £800 million scheme for two high-rise luxury flat complexes to be built on the site. Pointing out that the development would stand almost as high as the Canada Place tower in Canary Wharf, Pipe warned it would threaten the “local, creative” tech economy in Shoreditch and “do nothing to help London’s housing crisis”. A heavily redacted financial viability report explaining why the developer had found it was only possible to make the scheme only 10 per cent affordable flats rather than the original 35 per cent was released under a Freedom of Information request in February.

    David and Goliath
    But what can three dozen people gathered in a church hall do about any of this? Grossman believes the struggle is intense. “Often David does slay Goliath, but you’ve got to remember that after David slew Goliath, he took the day off. Which is something that we can’t do, because we go to war every day, you know it never stops. It never ever stops.”

    The resilience and sheer enthusiasm of heritage supporters is, Grossman believes, why the sector’s activities have managed to survive swingeing financial cuts, which have been inflicted by “governments of both colours”. “Exceptional individuals you know who often at great sacrifice, often with no resources, have gone in there and defended and protected the heritage – they’re the people who should be inspiring us,” he said, unveiling a Photoshopped “What would William Morris do?” poster, adapted from the more famous Jesus type.

    Jonathan Meades – architecture critic and, like Grossman, a former restaurant reviewer – had a good line on Morris when he said Morris believed the world could be saved through expensive wallpaper. One wishes for a better inspiration when the slip from conservation to a reactionary anti-urbanism can be as easy as Morris proved it to be. Grossman is aware of the need for “dialogue” with developers, but during the whole of his talk there was little about what positive development might look like.

    On the other hand, there was a proposal for positive cultural and civic engagement: “London isn’t crying out for more visitors, it’s not crying out for more inhabitants – it’s crying out for citizens. Citizens who feel that they belong and whose lives have joy and meaning and significance and pleasure, because they are citizens of London, because they belong to this place. And for me the most tangible sign of our citizenship is the way we care for our heritage.”

  • The Luminary Bakery is helping vulnerable women rise into employment

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    A happy baker. Photograph: Adam Cash

    An East London bakery is helping women affected by issues such as homelessness, poverty, prostitution and domestic violence turn their lives around.

    Trainees at the Luminary Bakery meet up three times a week at Husk Coffee in Limehouse, where they are taught to bake everything from cupcakes to loaves.

    Luminary gives the women a route back into work through six-month traineeships that equip them with practical skills, and encourage them to be ambitious and entrepreneurial.

    Alice Boyle, Luminary Baker founder, said: “We had a team of passionate bakers and a cafe on Brick Lane [Kahaila café] we could stock with products, so [baking] was a logical choice but also one that has therapeutic benefits – there’s nothing like taking your frustrations out on some dough!”

    The 26-year-old explained that the programme opens doors to women who find themselves homeless, sexually exploited, a victim of domestic violence or have come out of prison. The project aims to break the cycle and help the women reach their full potential.

    One trainee, Jordan May, 22, said: “I have recently found myself homeless and am currently in temporary accommodation. I was diagnosed with a brain tumour when I was eight and therefore have many day-to-day difficulties and take daily medication.”

    She added: “I always look forward to Thursdays because I know it’s going to be a fun, motivational day where I can relax and do what I love – baking.”

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    Flour power: A trainee at work.  Photograph: Adam Cash

    Jordan believes her traineeship at Luminary has made her believe she can take up baking as a career and start her own business.

    “I plan to get some professional help regarding my own bakery from the ladies at Luminary and hope to start planning for it soon”, she said.

    Alice explains the charity is only able to fund one of four applicants: “Being a charity we are constantly in need of funding.

    “We aim to be generous, providing free lunch and travel and allowing them to take the products they bake home – but ingredients and resources cost money.”

    For Jordan, taking home baked goods can lead to family squabbles over who gets to eat them, but added: “I found the baking to be very relaxing and therapeutic for me and helps me to believe that I can do something well.”

    The next tier on the Luminary Bakery cake is a new property in Stoke Newington, where the first year’s rent has been donated. This summer will see the team training double the amount of women – which hopefully will mean double the amount of delicious baked snacks.

    To find out more about the project visit http://www.luminarybakery.com/

  • Iain Sinclair helps retrace poet’s journey for new documentary

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    By Our Selves cast, taken using a pin-hole camera. Photograph: Andrew Kotting

    History remembers John Clare as a troubled ‘peasant poet’, an obsessive romantic-era wordsmith who penned more than three and a half thousand pieces over 70 years. He wrote, among other things, about the subtle wonders of the natural world and how the land enclosures of his time frustrated his experience thereof.

    Born to a labourer in Helpston, Northampton, he was a rambler, a man of the fields. In 1841, after a four-year stint of fairly benevolent internment in a progressive Epping Forest asylum, he trudged 80 miles home – almost four days with no food and not a penny to his name. In the weeks that followed, he wrote a manic prose account of his ‘Journey Out Of Essex’, a document of memory and delusion, loss and longing.

    Hackney-based writer and chronic walker Iain Sinclair echoed the poet’s infamous trek for his 2005 book Edge of the Orison. It was an escape from his eternal circuit of the M25 (London Orbital). He recently convinced his artist-filmmaker friend Andrew Kötting to take a camera to the route and make something more of Clare’s terrible journey. The result is By Our Selves, a hazy, Herzogian work in progress starring Toby Jones and his father, Freddie.

    Having raised £20,345 through a Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign, the film previewed at Hackney Picturehouse last month and is a welcome addition to a growing field of work in response to Clare’s life.

    “I guess in a way the credit for the film should be given to Iain,” says Kötting. “He started badgering me a couple of years ago. He suggested that perhaps we could make a film around his book Edge of the Orison, and I’d read it and in fact it was one of my favourite Sinclair books. It was the first book I’d read of his where he was digging into the autobiographical.”

    He explains that on revisiting the text, he was beguiled by an image of a man in a suit holding a rope attached to a straw bear, a ritual that Sinclair sheds light on before the preview.

    “Somebody dresses up as a shamanic straw bear,” he says, “and they dance around the pubs of Whittlesey, a brick-making town, and then on the second morning they burn the bear. Andrew suddenly thought that if he performed as the straw bear and he accompanied John Clare on the road it would be really interesting, and from that moment he was right up for it. That defined the film.”

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    Still from By Our Selves

    A feverishly experimental documentary, By Our Selves sees Jones, Kötting and Sinclair ghosting through a middle-English landscape of hedgerows and wind farms, with Sinclair – dark-suited and goat-masked – reading excerpts from Clare’s journal.

    Fragments of sound from other films and recordings add to a hallucinatory atmosphere. “John Clare was a minor nature poet who went mad,” flickers throughout.

    It’s a stunning piece built on connections, coincidence and déjà vu – an introverted work, with Jones, as the poet, silent, given a voice by his real-life father’s trembling renditions.

    Sinclair, whose book details his own significant links to Clare, explains: “The interesting thing was that Toby’s father, Freddie Jones, this terrific actor, had acted John Clare on TV in 1970. Toby was four years old and his father was playing John Clare and his mother Mrs Clare, and of course he goes off into an asylum in the end and Toby was freaked out by this.

    “I think out of respect for what his father had done he wanted to take part. So the father and son are haunting each other… There were very strong connections and all these things came into play as we went along the road.”

    Kötting elaborates: “We hatched this idea that Toby wouldn’t have to say anything, he would just be with us and he would be ventriloquised by his dad. That only came about because I went and met Freddie with Iain and he was so enthusiastic about the project. We got him to read ‘Journey Out Of Essex’, so we had a voice that could possess a younger John Clare.

    “It’s that duality you get throughout the film, you know, the father and son, the heaven and the earth, the human versus the animal – there are lots of dualities at work in the piece.”

    Kötting is a rare breed of filmmaker. While he’s an eccentric performer, a larger-than-life, frenetic comedian, the spaces in which his films unfold are, on the surface, quieter and more tranquil – but no less mysterious: the River Thames in Swandown, the Pyrenees in the beautiful This Our Still Life. He cuts a fine balance between contemplative poetry and absurdist hilarity, unearthing a strange energy wherever he goes.

    Of his roving approach to gathering material, Kötting says: “I’ve often felt that it’s such an easy way of doing things and it flies in the face of structures. What I find is, as with Iain’s writing, you turn the page and you could end up in Africa, or contemplating land enclosures, next thing you’re at a funeral, you know, you’ve no idea where you might be from one page to the next.”

    Although humour has “infested” much of Kötting’s work, this latest piece, he explains, is perhaps his most emotional and pensive film to date. “I made the decision in the edit suite to try and coax out the spookiness. Ultimately it became a far more tense, melancholic drift of a piece than I imagined it would have done, and a lot of that is given over to trying to enter into the mindset of John Clare. I don’t think he was a happy man – he was always battling his demons.”

    That’s not to say there’s no trace of his signature comedy: a conversation between Sinclair and graphic novelist Alan Moore, musing on a Northampton life, is laugh-out-loud hilarious; so, too, is the moment a passer-by on a mobility scooter is told, on enquiring, that they’re filming John Clare. “That’s not John Clare,” he cries, aghast.

    Ultimately, though, By Our Selves is a serious and successful film about following the footsteps of an obscure literary figure, confronting madness, the politics of the English countryside and a whole lot more. It’s another curious collaboration between two of the UK’s most interesting artists, forever tramping the ley lines.

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  • Mayor of Tower Hamlets John Biggs gives hope to Rich Mix

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    Rich Mix: reasons to be cheerful?

    The future of endangered arts organisation Rich Mix may be looking up following the election of John Biggs as Mayor of Tower Hamlets.

    The new Labour Mayor has tweeted his support of the arts organisation, which is potentially facing closure due to a dispute with Tower Hamlets Council over the repayment of a £850,000 loan.

    Asked in the run-up to the election about his plan for Rich Mix, Mayor Biggs replied: “Rich Mix is a great cultural asset and deserves the support of the council in securing a viable future serving our community.”

    A petition launched in March to save Rich Mix from closure has received more than 16,000 signatures so far, with the organisation last month beaming messages of support on the wall of its building at 35–47 Bethnal Green Road.

    With a court date looming on 20 July, Rich Mix posted a statement on its website that read: “We have been very encouraged by some of the discussions that we had with a number of candidates in the run-up to the election, including the newly elected Mayor John Biggs.

    “We are seeking an urgent meeting with him and the relevant officers and commissioners in the hope that we can find a way to settle, which will allow Rich Mix to continue to do the work that over 16,000 of you have told us they value.

    “We are hopeful this may prove to be a way to finding a sensible settlement to what has been a long and debilitating dispute.”

    John Biggs was elected Mayor of Tower Hamlets last week, narrowly defeating his nearest challenger Rabina Khan.

    The election followed the ejection from office of former Mayor Lutfur Rahman, who was found guilty of electoral fraud in April.

  • Born to RUN: street artist becomes a political animal

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    Detail from RUN’s latest piece of street art in Lower Clapton

    To be ubiquitous on the streets yet elusive in person are two of the unwritten rules of street art.

    And Italian artist RUN ticks both boxes, his trademark hands and interlocking faces adorning walls everywhere from Shoreditch to the backstreets of Lower Clapton – yet he is known only by a pseudonym.

    A third rule – to have a socially engaged or political message – is something RUN never used to concern himself with.
    “The political statement is implicit in the act of painting on the street,” says the street artist.

    But a commission to re-do a painting in Clapton Passage, on the side wall of what is now a veterinary practice, changed things for the artist.

    RUN set out to paint some animals or something related to the natural world in the small passageway off Lower Clapton Road where his work has been visible for several years.

    After making a start he returned five or six times, adding something new to the artwork each time.
    Two days after the recent election, RUN was on his ladder finishing the piece off, when a member of the public seeing the artwork called up to him, shouting: “Ah-ha! It’s a banker! A banker on a lead!”

    RUN describes the finished piece as a man with a chain around his neck “looking like a raging animal under anaesthetic and crawling like all the animals of the forest and the savanna.”

    Airing political views in a public setting is breaking new ground for RUN, but instead of a feeling of release, the experience has brought with it some unfamiliar anxieties.

    “The message is not very hidden. It is pretty clear and obvious. But what is not obvious is the fear I have that the piece will be censored or deleted after someone complains,” RUN says.

    “This of course happens all the time and is not a big deal. But after this election I feel all the social places and artistic spaces that are made by people and not by associations or corporate brands will be soon taken away.”

    There is no evidence to suggest the new government will crack down on street art. Graffiti removal is, after all, the responsibility of councils rather than central government.

    But could a surprise by-product of the election be a flourishing of political art? For street artist RUN the writing – or the paint at least – is on the wall.

  • Food in Art – book review: a peek inside the great larder of art history

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    The Old Man of Artimino by Giovanna Garzoni, 1650. Courtesy of Galleria Palatina, Florence

    If it wasn’t so inconvenient to bring a chunky hardback art book on an Easyjet flight, I’d suggest Gillian Riley’s Food in Art: From Prehistory to the Renaissance as a ‘top holiday read of 2015’.

    A museum gift-shop buy with an academic styling, it doesn’t look or feel the part.

    But what better than to read up on the origins of pesto while lazing on the Italian coasts, or peek inside the tomb of the wealthy ancient Egyptian scribe Nebamun (the real thing is on show at the British Museum), from the banks of the Nile?

    Authoritative as it ought to be – Riley is a leading food writer and historian – this is a book about the mystery as much as the certainties of art’s centuries-old relationship with food.

    With her guidance we discover what’s missing from our collective knowledge and the question marks over the meaning of the preparation, preservation and consumption of food in an array of artworks.

    Few would be better placed than Riley to fill in the gaps using her expansive imagination.

    Riley answers questions I never knew I had about the great larder of art history; such as why the men of ancient Mesopotamia drank their beer with a straw, or why the Renaissance botanist Ulisse Aldrovandi commissioned a portrait of his pet monkey clutching an artichoke.

    And there are lessons aplenty to be learned, starting with the wisdom of Paleolithic cave painters; hunters for whom meat was never blindly taken for granted, but the subject of awe and intricate study in a time when “animals ruled the earth, and man was a puny creature”.

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    The Emperor Rudolph II, c.1590, Giuseppe Arcimboldo. Courtesy of Skoklosters Slott, Stockholm

    Riley’s sixth book examines the countless layers of symbolism in the many meals of art history, as depicted in all forms from ancient wall paintings, fine art, mosaics, and frescoes to illuminated manuscripts and stained glass.

    For those familiar with the author’s food columns in the Hackney Citizen, documenting intrepid culinary adventures in her Stoke Newington kitchen, expect the same hunger-inducing, poetic prose, and even more to learn here.

    It’s a handy volume for those of us who need a narrow lens with which to recall forgotten history lessons, organised into snippets that can be dipped in and out of with ease.

    Perhaps unwittingly, Riley’s descriptions of the micro-breweries of Mesopotamia offer much-needed perspective on contemporary foodie culture, reminding us that making your own beer is neither a laughable hipster fad nor a unique cultural advancement of our generation – it’s just something humans have done for thousands of years.

    And as for the humble cabbage, its varied role as artistic muse deserves a chapter all of its own, as we discover its long lost identity as a celebrated preventer of hangovers. And, then, ridiculously, as temporary placeholders for the heads of the sick in 15th century psychological experiments – not to be tried at home.

    Filtered through Riley’s irreverent, witty and ever-imaginative style, Food in Art is a guide through the sprawling past of art’s many interpretations of food, from the divine to the profound, and crucially the dark, humorous and absurd.

    From the practicality of Ancient Egyptian illustrated breadmaking techniques, to the strange vanity of Roman mosaic floors designed to look covered in the remnants of a lavish banquet, mice and all, Food in Art calls for some self-reflection.

    It’s a good opportunity to take a good long look at our ‘selfies with Spiralizer’, or the meaning behind Instagrammed kale salads of the 21st century. Rewriting Riley’s book in a thousand years’ time, what will the food historians make of us?

    Surely, as ever, we’ll be seen as we are; very vain, a bit clever and somewhat ridiculous.

    Food in Art: From Prehistory to the Renaissance is published by Reaktion Books. RRP: £30. ISBN: 9781780233628

  • Playwright questions her Jewish roots in This Is Not The End

    Playwright Rose Lewenstein
    Playwright Rose Lewenstein

    Last year, for the first time in her life, Rose Lewenstein threw a Passover party. Fuelled by her own curiosity and frustrated at people constantly asking her if she was Jewish, she wanted to know what she was missing out on.

    Together with a friend, the 29-year-old read some Hebrew prayers found on the internet, broke Matzah and ate chopped liver and chicken soup made with ingredients from the Kosher section at Waitrose.

    Born in Mile End Hospital and brought up on Chatsworth Road, the playwright says the real answer to where she came from is in fact “all over”.

    Her new play Now This Is Not The End, which opens at the Arcola this month, explores some of those feelings of disorientation from one’s roots, family and homeland.

    Three of Rose’s grandparents were born outside of the UK and although her parents have Jewish ancestry, they are not religious, nor do they practice Jewish customs.

    Her name does indeed suggest a Jewish connection but for Lewenstein, heritage manifests itself more like “a niggling feeling that I don’t really know where my home is”.

    Her play, starring Brigit Forsyth, concerns three generations of women from the same family who are separated by geography and their relationship to their own heritage.

    Lewenstein asserts that the play is not autobiographical but rather, like herself “the characters are searching for something they weren’t brought up with”.

    Having begun her professional career on stage as an actor, singer, and dancer, Lewenstein trained at the Brit School and the prestigious Royal Central School of Speech and Drama.

    But it was getting her play read at the Royal Court Theatre which was the turning point. After that she found herself abandoning auditions, instead choosing to stay at home and work on her own plays and occasionally as a journalist.

    A recent piece of hers for Vice magazine detailed the shocking statistics around women professionals in the theatre.

    A poll taken on a random evening in the West End found only 5 per cent of shows were written by women. In real terms this amounted to just one play and one writer – Agatha Christie’s Mousetrap.

    Discouraged by the statistics, her response was ‘What’s the point?’ but gradually that feeling of despair galvanised itself into productivity.
    “I really wanted to write a play that puts women centre stage,” she says. “Where they are not wives or daughters, but at the centre of the drama.”

    Now This is Not the End is at Arcola Theatre, 24 Ashwin Street, E8 3DL until 27 June.
    arcolatheatre.co.uk

  • Field Day 2015 – review: festival fun under East London skies

    Until next year: Patti Smith at Field Day. Photograph: Carolina Faruolo
    Patti Smith at Field Day. Photograph: Carolina Faruolo

    Tights were joyfully stripped from sun-starved legs, sleeves rolled up and dungarees donned as a week-long smudgy cloud hanging over East London made way for glorious blue sky to welcome Field Day to Victoria Park.

    Acoustic treats greeted punters as they flowed into the festival to the pacey parp of trumpets and trombones from local lads Hackney Colliery Band, kicking things off on the main stage. They were later followed by father and son duo Toumani and Sidiki Diabaté from Mali, playing the kora – a traditional West African instrument.

    Glamorous hordes swanned by as a couple lay face down on the grass near the stage, their cheeks pressed against a cling-wrapped copy of Saturday’s Guardian, the sound of the world’s best harp players the perfect lullaby for a quick power-nap.

    So far, so sedate. But as the sun began to set as dancing feet tossed dust into the air. Some reckless rapping from teenage hip-hop trio RatKing, who have been touring with Run the Jewels higher up on the Field day bill, got bodies shifting on the i-D Mix stage.

    Ratking
    Ratking (not to be confused with Rat Boy, another Field Day act). Photograph: Ella Jessel

    Sneaking under the awnings of the Shacklewell Arms tent came the bewitching vocals of Tei Shi, moniker of New York-based but Bogota-begot singer/songwriter Valerie Teicher. Her atmospheric electronic R&B left the crowd shouting for more.

    But as with previous years, bigger acts seemed to struggle with sound. In the Crack tent, Chet Faker could hardly be heard, though the crowd seemed more than happy to sing blithely along to ‘No Diggedy’ all the same.

    Punters crammed the main outdoor stage eager to hear Caribou – the perfect choice for the headline slot. But the sound on the Eat Your Own Ears stage was also weak. “I feel like I’m watching this on TV”, one chap said to his friend, staring glumly up at the video screens beaming images of crowd-surfers and girls hoisted on shoulders.

    Sunday

    If Saturday night was all right for partying, then Field Day Sunday put music firmly back in focus. A more seasoned festival crowd gathered to see the likes of Patti Smith, Ride and Mac Demarco on the main stage, with the weather gods once again looking kindly on proceedings.

    Feeling disorientated in your local park by the array of tents, stalls and stages is a strange sensation at first, though wandering between them all to discover new acts whilst grazing on some of the stellar street food offerings is no bad thing.

    Gulf were an early find, a psychedelic guitar-pop group from Liverpool playing to a modest crowd in the Moth Club tent. For a new band, festivals are like a shop window, a place to find new fans, and Gulf’s lilting, melancholic melodies and full-throttle guitars are sure to have won them friends.

    Walking between stages it was surprisingly easy to be distracted by the sight of adults sack-racing, or in the words of the bawdy announcer, showing “athletic prowess in the sack”. Silly but actually rather fun, the ‘Village Mentality’ area is an enduring feature of Field Day that makes it stand out from its festival brethren.

    Lounging
    Napping: A couple snooze while revellers flit between the bands. Photograph: Ella Jessel

    Packing out the Verity tent were Leopold and His Fiction, who wowed the afternoon crowd with a high tempo set of vintage rock, complete with singing drummer. “This song is about Detroit,” declared frontman Daniel James, the crowd roaring their approval. “Has anyone ever been to Detroit?” he followed up, to a more muted response – though enthusiasm for this all-American blend of Detroit rock and soul was well placed.

    In an early evening slot, Patti Smith and band played Horses in full, with punk poet Smith showing she’s lost none of her energy or stage presence in the 40 years since the album was released. From the snarled opening line of “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine,” it was clear Smith meant business.

    Smith railed against governments and corporations and implored everyone to be free, to whoops and cheers. By the end, audience members were calling out the names of lost loved ones during an emotional rendition of ‘Elegie’, dedicated to all those people “who we have loved and are no longer with us”.

    Those who left after Patti Smith must have felt there was no room for improvement, but the remaining faithful were rewarded with a serene set from headliners Ride. Playing songs from across their four albums and various EPs, the reformed cult act and original ‘shoegazers’ have lost none of their intensity, their guitar ‘wall of sound’ thankfully still intact.

    With cruel punctuality the curfew was reached. Happy, sunburnt and a little worse for wear the crowd filed out, leaving only glimpses of grass under a carpet of plastic cups, broken sunglasses and crushed cans of Red Stripe.

    Could the sound have been better? Probably. But Field Day has all the elements for a great party and emerged with its reputation for devising an eclectic line-up unscathed, though a few decibels short of fever pitch.

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  • Sarah Muirhead gets physical at Leyden gallery with Bonded exhibition

    Self-restraint by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead
    Self-restraint by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead

    The body is the focus of emerging artist Sarah Muirhead’s relaunch show at Leyden Gallery this month.

    Entitled Bonded, the exhibition focuses on the artist’s fascination with the physicality of the body and its capacity for pleasure, pain and expression.

    Dancers, acrobats and tattooed torsos are among Muirhead’s subjects; characters in provocative poses who seem to have lived their lives on the fringes of the mainstream.

    The detail in Muirhead’s work verges on photographic realism, though with a colour palette more akin to German expressionism.
    Bonded will be the Edinburgh-based artist’s first large-scale show following a two-year hiatus from the art scene.

    After graduating from the Edinburgh School of Art in 2009, Muirhead was tipped for great things, and for her ‘re-launch’ show, the Leyden Gallery will be showing her figurative art work alongside a lithographic print by the internationally renowned Portuguese artist Paula Rego, as well as five works on paper by the Argentine surrealist painter Leonor Fini.

    Bonded: Sarah Muirhead + Paula Rego & Leonor Fini is at Leyden Gallery, 9/9a Leyden Street,E1 7LE until 27 June
    leydengallery.com

    The Performer's Apparition by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead
    The Performer’s Apparition by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead
    Entanglement by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead
    Entanglement by Sarah Muirhead. Copyright Sarah Muirhead