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we shot London and it didn't die

Our art escapade on Saturday was great - and curiously exhausting - fun. It was run at the Tate Mod and involved teams of four each being given four phrases from a fairytale that had been rewritten by children's author Joe Dunthorne. The teams then had three hours to run about London creating an image for each photo and the images were then assembled in a photostory at the plenary event.

Our phrases:

We were delighted with 'people coming' and 'the witch' but less inspired by the others. Our team name was 'End of Splott Rd Hump Area' because that was the legendary sign at the end of the street Anne and I lived on in Cardiff. I shall post our entries at the end of this. We started out trying to do the witch with shadows. perfectlyvague isn't really pleased to see you, she is creating art:

Unfortunately this effort wasn't very witchy, it was more Klu Klux Anne:

Thankfully the pagan /witchcraft bookshop (which, surprisingly, both Miss Vague and marchosias444 were familiar with) opened and we were able to get what I think proved to be the best 'witch' shot of the story, as the phrase cropped up about six times in total and some of the teams merely had one of their number gurning to represent it.

Then lovely Annus had a brilliant idea about how to do 'people coming' which meant we had to hit Cass Arts (you've got to love an unfeasibly cheap arts supply shop in the heart of the heart of filthiliy expensive London that has 'Lets fill; this town with artists' written above its door) in St Martin's Lane to purchase placard-making material. Fortunately Cass Arts is next to lovely Cafe Ciao so we were able to adjourn there for coffee and construction:

We took the pic with the help of some lovely tourists, realised that we were running out of time so headed back south of the river in a cab:

We were flagging a bit and had had some unsuccessful attempts at the other two pics in town, so whizzed round Borough market and took our last two. It should be noted that the venison vendor was much less supportive of our art commando activities than either the deer-stalker seller or the extraordinarily helpful lady in Temperly's (which I can't find online - can one of you gods-bothering types link in the comments, pretty please).

We got back to Tate Mod in goodish time, only to discover that the deadline was a lot more fluid than we thought, so we hung about for a bit, decided to bail out on the flashmob photo that was supposed to conclude the active part of the event and instead adjourned for posh burgers and cocktails and stonking great chunks of gateau. Given how much hanging about there was later we were very glad we took this sensible decision. When in doubt, always ALWAYS give priority to fleshstuffs and boozes and cake. The following pics are all of us hanging about in the turbine hall, waiting for something - anything - to happen. I indulged in some face painting:

We just kept having to play with the placards. I think I can there will be another photoshoot sloganeering project in my future :

Anne was a bit bashful about assuming the position:

Then we got so bored we used the backs of our placards to mount a protest about the late running of the event and the fact that the free bar had run out of beer:

Lots of people (including, apparently, steer and Mr and Mrs the_meanest_cat) on the gallery overlooking the Turbine Hall were taking photos of the massed Shoot London people, so Robert went up for a civilian's eye view:

Bury me like this, preferably with a couple of toyboys and a large bottle of gin to accompany me on my journey to the afterlife:

Eventually the Shoot London people (who were a bit wheatgrass and world music-tastic and consequently a bit too zen on the organisational front) sorted out the photoplay. Joe Dunthorne narrated his story, which proved to be a reworking of Hansel and Gretel. There were some deliciously inventive and witty photos, but also a fair few dullish ones, which were, I suspect, done as time was running out. I'd include our own 'herd of deer' shot in that category.

The prize categories were funniest photo, most creative interpretation of phrase, best use of location and best overall. I thought our 'people coming' shot might be in with a chance for the prize for funniest, but when that went to a brilliant shot involving tomatoes I thought our only - frail - hope was for best overall for 'the witch' shot, which I thought was rather lovely. But then we won 'most creative interpretation' for 'people coming'! I am very glad that the one I thought deserved that prize - a naked man wrapped in clingfilm with some rooted muddy salad representing 'fresh' - was awarded 'best overall'. Now for our four entries:

a herd of deer

bricked up tofu

the witch

people coming

To my endless shame, when we went up to collect our prizes, in the hubbub I accidentally claimed that the idea was mine when in fact it was Anne who came up with the idea of making placards. I was just a bit over-excited and manic, really. It was my idea that our models should stand quite formally and have stern expressions, though.

It was a brilliant day, and I am so glad Anne had the oomph to sign up for it and invited me to join her and that I was able to enlist Sarah's creative energy and Robert's technical skills (he really did, as the day progressed, prove to be made of win).

Entry pics
and more photos from the day available thanks to prompt organisation from marchosias444
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