Tucked away in a quiet residential street. I visited Sir John Soane museum this weekend, the eccentric architect of the Bank of England. A small ordinary house from the outside filled to the brim with treasure trove of antiques from all around the world.
A well travelled man. The collection felt like the grander extensive version of the souvenirs we all bring back from holiday. There was something to discover In every corner you lay your eyes on. The Georgian building housed Antonio Canalettos paintings of Venice to Sarcophagus of the Egyptian pharaoh. Stain glass windows and mirrors were cleverly used to bounce light around the room to expand the space. With marble fragments hung all the way up to the sealing. Each room felt like a work of art we have stepped into.
Only an hour spent inside wondering around felt like I had travelled around the world. Even though it was quite hard to move around the building as not to break anything. I can only imagine how hard it must have been living In such a house. All in all the cluttered artefacts had created a breathtakingly beautiful piece of architecture I enjoyed visiting.
Back in early September, 5-months after losing my father to Alzheimer’s, I took part in a charity event: the Memory Walk in Watford’s Cassiobury Park. The forecast leading up to the day had threatened rain, but thankfully that didn’t come to fruition. In fact, the sun broke through the clouds and whilst it was quite […]
As a son of a pair of first-generation Chinese immigrants, I have been told by my father throughout my upbringing that he had moved to England in the 80’s in hopes that his would-be family might be able to grow up with opportunities that he was not afforded in his youth. Having lived through the […]
A lack of time as well as human nature means that we all know the immediate area surrounding our workplaces very well and beyond a few hundred meters less so. Once the working day is over and maybe after some well earned bar time, we go home. What we tend not to do is explore […]