There are no characters in this story and almost no dramatic confrontations…
Carlton Cinema (now Mecca Bingo), Essex Road, Islington, N1
…because most of the people in it are so sick and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces.
From Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
Filed under Drawings
Each member of the family bore a mournful pallor. Their ashen faces were topped with blonde hair that, against their sickly tone, seemed to be a perfect yellow. A pure colour that reminded her of untouched margarine.
Institute of Contemporary Art, The Mall, Westminster, SW1
She noticed that they never walked as a group but always one-by-one in a line, without conversation, as if they were the silent ghosts of a bygone margarine-haired family.
Filed under Bags
No matter how bad she thought the film was, she could sit next to him on the sofa in complete silence and feel at ease. The volume was turned up unnecessarily loud; countering the lack of conversation and pinning her back in her seat.
The lights had been switched off but the room was lit fluorescent blue, which flickered as the shapes on the screen moved. Despite the scattered moments of light from the television, she was hidden by this gloom. She allowed herself a handful of grins.
Filed under Posters
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