
The Royal Pavilion filled us with conflicting feelings: on the one hand it was gorgeous, ornate, beautiful, rococo, inspiring beauty; on the other its luxury and opulence were disgusting condemnations of the inequity in human societies.




The Royal Pavilion filled us with conflicting feelings: on the one hand it was gorgeous, ornate, beautiful, rococo, inspiring beauty; on the other its luxury and opulence were disgusting condemnations of the inequity in human societies.






This was a kind of Surrealist Dalíesque scene. It just needed the clock to drip down the front of the building. Also, a nice lesson in looking for different framing perspectives, given how different it looks from the picture of this same tree in the last post, achieved simply by moving around it a little and looking for other angles.
I couldn’t quite believe my eyes when I saw this in a shop window. I really don’t know for sure what’s going on here but it has a minstrelsy look that makes me think the worst.

Here’s a wider shot of the window for some context:

