genius(es)

young patrick, ky and i ventured blindly down to elephant and castle yesterday. we bravely tackled the insane double round-a-bout and nonsensical subway system all for the great reward of the stanley kubrick archives.

out of so much (too much) information, i chose to look at a rough draft of nabokov's script for lolita, with kubrick's markings and pages and pages of notes. it was wonderful to see. so different from the finished product. and a reconfirmation of the genius of both men (but especially nabokov). 

an example : 

(stage directions) As if on cue, Quilty appears, crawling, blood-splattered, at the head of the stairs and subsides forever in a purple heap.

castles

treated like royalty...

...in the castle we stayed in. to be more accurate, it was closer to faulty towers than any kind of regality (is that a word?).

a real castle (not for sleeping). don't recall the name because dad kept calling it the wrong thing so it has been struck from my memory.

hello

hello andy goldsworthy.

hello slightly terrifying bulls.

mum, dad and i were taken on a bush-bash (well, the scottish version of. we were in a land rover at least) over fields and heather, through the wilderness and farms and villages...

...in order to get nice and close to some of andy's work.

(this one's only a month old).

he lives in the area and has a patron in the local duke.

(click to enlarge).

oh, and mum has married me off to the next in line. this is my new home. and from now on you must refer to me as 'your grace'.