Night Moves (1605) January 2006 | Another
Works of art become a backdrop to corporate wealth in this ten acre estate at Regent's Place on Euston Road in London.

Night Moves | Photomovies
Music: Stompin' at Gagarin by Christian Wallumrød from the album A Year from Easter

Posted to TA on 1/23/2006 8:35:17 AM | Comments

1. Posted by Maurits on 1/23/2006 4:41:24 AM
love your Photo-Movies.... another lovely one, and great music...

2. Posted by stewart on 1/23/2006 4:42:18 AM
A great show Tony brilliant shots getting better and better all the time.

3. Posted by w|e|s on 1/23/2006 6:56:20 AM
Yes, I have noticed that corporations are becoming more and more, a patron of the arts. But I wonder how much of that is from the architects or from the corporate owners. Many of these large companies have facility directors/managers. these Facility Managers often have in one way or another an arts background. I have a friend that is a sculptor and his works are commisioned mostly from government entities or corporations for their lobbies... Another nice one Tony. :-)

4. Posted by tony on 1/23/2006 2:59:31 PM
Hi Maurits, thank you, good to have you come by .. and watch the 'Photo-Movie' ;-]

5. Posted by tony on 1/23/2006 3:01:57 PM
Hi Stewart, thanks .. practice, practice helps to make it better

6. Posted by tony on 1/23/2006 3:03:41 PM
Hi wes, thanks .. now I wonder if I can get some slideshows shown on the side of some buildings ..;-]

7. Posted by Odon on 1/25/2006 1:09:39 PM
This cyber have not Quicktime 7 installed yet. I will take a look later. 8-)

8. Posted by tony on 1/25/2006 3:04:42 PM
Hi Odon, yes, over here the cybercafs & libraries often don't have QT 7 installed

9. Posted by twig on 1/25/2006 3:40:38 PM
Watched it Large and watched it small and still thnking!
How do you manage to enter that space between people?
Partially reminds me of the West end in the Sixties...
An interesting 'dialogue' between the 'writer' and the 'reader'.

10. Posted by tony on 1/25/2006 11:59:53 PM
Hi twig, 'enter that space between people' .. a fascinating concept, what happens in that space? Do we leave a trace of ourselves? How is this trace represented? Who's trace is left? .. and, where next with the dialogue between reader and writer?