Kester Brewin

Category: Arts

  • When We Lose Touch, We Lose Feeling

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    Came upon this in a cafe up in Bayswater. When all is smooth and screen-like, do we lose our ability to feel too? From The Forecast, a publication from the same stable as The Monocle. Not online, so seek it out. 

  • Low

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    Low played a special Christmas gig at Union Chapel last night, one of my favourite venues in London.  They have a Christmas album out too: broody, melancholic takes on festive classics. Sounded gorgeous. 

  • The Wolfpack, Cinema and the Yearning for Freedom

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    Warning: contains some spoiler material If you haven’t yet seen The Wolfpack, I’d strongly encourage you to do so. It’s a very very fine documentary film following the story of a group of 6 brothers who have grown up virtually locked away by their father in an apartment on the Lower East Side of New…

  • Gravity – How Might Things Begin Again?

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    I saw Gravity earlier on this week, the much-heralded escape-from-space flick starring George Clooney and Sandra Bullock. But mostly Sandra Bullock. The problem with any Clooney picture is that his voice is now for me inextricably connected to the Fantastic Mr Wes Anderson version of Fantastic Mr Fox, so Gravity, with Clooney’s wise-cracking astronaut, does…

  • Life, Writing and Being Useless

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    (soundtrack to this post: ‘Wasting My Young Years‘ by London Grammar) Posts here have been a little thin on the ground, mostly due to the fact that I’ve been work very hard on the manuscript for a novel – more news of which I hope one day to be able to share, but I’ll shut…

  • Stillness Is Coming | National Poetry Day

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    My dear friend Nic died a year ago on Monday. Missed so much. This, on National Poetry Day, for him.   Stillness A year in has not stopped our yearning, this anno domini we know dominates; still, stillness is coming. Your stilling broke levees of such Orlean, Orwellian turbulence rising angry Leviathan against this awful…