The view from above and immediate evidence for any visitors from another dimension that beauty both ordered and natural exists amongst the meandering muddle of everyday human life.
Alex MacLean is a fully licensed pilot who uses his carbon fibre Cessna 182 to take him high up above the hubbub of it all and record the impression mankind is making on the natural world.
Having obtained his licence to fly two years after graduating from Harvard with a Master of Architecture degree in 1973, MacLean set up in business as an aerial photographer for architects, designers, planners and environmentalists. This work soon developed a more artistic bent and now represents one of the word’s most significant archives of aerial photography.
See more of Alex MacLean’s pictures just around the corner from Savile Row at Beetles+Huxley on Swallow Street next month.
The singularly named and no-nonsense Walker (Lee Marvin) is out for revenge on Mal Reese (John Vernon), his erstwhile partner in crime who plugged him point blank and left him for dead before rudely having it away with both his $93,000 half of the heist money and the missus, Lynne (Sharon Acker).
Walker tips up in Los Angeles where he penetrates the ‘Organization’ of which Reese has become a middling-member and, step by cold-blooded step, sets about recovering his loot.
Classically nuanced American noir is given a stunningly stylised French new wave influenced makeover in John Boorman’s brilliant Point Blank (1967), not least with the mesmerising long tracking shot (see the clip) of Walker in his heavy brogues purposefully click-clacking his way along the starkest of corridors at LAX in pursuit of what you just know he is going to make his own.
After Marvin died in 1987 his widow asked Boorman if he’d like to take one of his possessions as a memento of their close personal and working relationship. Boorman picked the brogues from Point Blank, which Marvin had proudly kept, explaining: “The polished brogues beat a knell on the concrete floor, the rhythm of the reaper.”
Which is why we’re sure Richard will be thrilled to find this bottle of Barry Island IPA beer – a real, refreshing taste of his formative years – on his desk when he returns from his brief post-LC:M show break.
Richard spent his youth on the South Wales resort island before leaving for Brighton School of Art and credits it – dodgems, helter skelter, candy floss and all – with instilling in him a lasting love of bright colours.
Thanks to our friend Ian Garside for dropping the beer off.