tatty

let's play the word association game.

coffee table book. Seinfeld.

no, no... start again...

coffee table book. Habitat catalogue. Coldplay. beige. polenta. drizzle. Snow Patrol. talk of house prices. Florence & the Machine. carefully restored floorboards. moving house to get Josh into a school with no pramface mums or foreigners. Damien Rice. balsamic vinegar...

but maybe some coffee table books are alright. maybe SHIT LONDON is alright. maybe it isn't even big enough for the coffee table. maybe it's a bog read instead. either way, Patrick Dalton's round up of aggressive  hand-written notices, vandalised signs, horrible shop names, flagrant flytipping etc. is about the non-gloss London lauded only this week here at this is my england. Dalton rightly describes all this quotidian "folk art" as "transient". it's safe to say you'd fail were you to try to find everything he's snapped here. much of it will have been painted over, demolished or shifted in the short time since this little book was printed. get yer camera out. your own SHIT LONDON (or shit wherever-you-live) is all around you. the collection collated by Dalton, meanwhile, is not static. the book is a frozen snapshot. but the pile of glorious wank keeps growing at the website of the same name.