Glastonbury: the invisible city

Robin tells me 'I spend a lot of time thinking about being at Glastonbury when I am not here'. Likewise, I think I will spend much of the coming year drifting through it's fields.

Glastonbury is not the name of a festival but a city that emerges from its visitors' dreams and desires for one week each year. As walked through the festival site for the final time, at about six am on Monday, it was covered in an ethereal, thick fog. It seemed that this place was already losing it's material form and returning to dream and memory.


(C) David Foster 2010

numbers from the people

Umbro's 'Tailored in England': Instead of spending millions on a campaign showing David Beckham shooting an Ewok (or something) why not show the glory of Beckton, Bow, Wortley or Wallsend. You can kinda see why England's best players have come from these places... Basically there was fuck all else to do but play football in the car park or down the recky.

http://www.umbro.com/englandwalls/


Good luck lads for tonight. I'm hoping for a semi-final, at least.


Umbro's campaign also reminds me of Lee Friedlander's excellent 'Letters from the People'. A symphony of unbound phonemes.