London
In London, I attend the BFI Southbank two or three times a week. Although I realise that that isn't quite as often as the lonesome man that Jeremy Cooper wrote about in Brian, so far I've seen some really good things there: The White Diamond by Werner Herzog, a John Waters film, and the only film Jean Genet made, Un chant d'amour. Every time I go there I need to go for a walk afterwards along the Thames in order to decompress from whatever film I've seen. Over the years, I've always seen things that have interested me after leaving the BFI, such as people mudlarking with head torches on, or a city fox, or an unusual building. This is what I came across the other evening: a man performing with fire on the shoreline. It was really beautiful... the light of the fire melding with the city lights that reflect on the water. My iPhone camera couldn't handle the movement of the light, so all the images came out blurry, which I really like. I wish I had my super 8 camera with me...
