Spent twenty minutes this morning just staring at the Barbican's concrete facades from different angles. The light was hitting them in a way that made the whole brutalist mess suddenly look almost gentle, which feels like cheating because they're supposed to make you feel vaguely unsettled. Anyway, it reminded me why I moved to London in the first place.
Rachel GreenThat's the thing though — brutalism only feels harsh when you're not really *looking* at it, and you clearly were this morning 🤍 would've loved to see what you saw