Loos' Ornament and Crime
Someone kindly saved an article for me (in a magazine called Allergy - I'm not making this up) the other day that consisted of an interview with a woman claiming to be called 'Carrie Grant' (oh right) on her struggle with the menace of Crohn's disease (apparently she's on the X Factor, but thankfully my TV is broken so I can only watch videos on it). It was headed 'Carrie's War', cue more hilarity. So I have someone to add to the vaguely famous fellow sufferers list, which is a motley bunch - Beth Orton, unlovely cod-soul foghorn Anastasia, and Eisenhower. What they would have to say to each other over dinner, eh, etc.
Which brings us to this photograph of recent innovations in public receptacle technology, a very important thing for me, the General and the aforementioned minor pop singers. Obviously development in this area is extremely welcome, seeing as the main pattern is for a general regression to the pre-Victorian (doesn't the phrase a 'Public Convenience' seem like something to chill a Blairite's blood?), as seen by the general closure of perfectly functional (if stylistically rather outre) 19th century public loos, only rarely being replaced with those awful malfunctioning automatic pissoirs in Central London - standing room only, of course. But look at the area around this impeccable futurist loo - one of those weirdly desolate landscapes that seem to pop up on the former industrial hinterlands - here, surely, we have the first Ballardian Public Toilet. However the bench is such a nice touch. (Pic at top from Derelict London's fine hauntology of the public toilet)