February 27th – The Peter Saville thing. It’s everywhere of late.
Later the same day. The rain didn’t stop, it doubled down and rained harder and more fiercely.
Stood, dripping, waiting for a late train at Telford, the rain shimmering on the glass of the new bridge, catching the lights. The angles and patterns of metalwork.
It felt brutal, if not actually truly Brutalist.
Find out more about why I’m in love with Peter Saville’s work here.
This journal is moving home. Find out more by clicking here
from Tumblr https://ift.tt/38iF9iy
via IFTTT
BrownhillsBob's #365daysofbiking 