Whenever I’m working for a client based in or near London, I try to find things to see and do in the capital after work. With that in mind, last Friday I jumped on the train to Waterloo to see Lumiere, a festival of illuminated art.
![People standing in front of large illuminated letters.](/media/2016/018/a1/centre_point_lights.jpg “Centre Point Lights, temporarily positioned in front of the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square.”)
Of course, this being London, many of the pieces were undermined by the shear number of people attracted to them like moths to a flame – the sculptures situated in Grosvenor Square proving particularly difficult to appreciate. The most effective were those that took account of the need to address a large audience without being obstructed by it; Janet Echelman’s 1.8 London, a large illuminated net floating above Oxford Circus like an alien Jellyfish, was possibly the best example of this. So too was Patrice Warrener’s The Light of The Spirit, a gorgeous projection onto the facade of Westminster Abbey.
- ![‘1.8 London’ by Janet Echelman floating above Oxford Circus.](/media/2016/018/a1/1_8_london.jpg “1.8 London by Janet Echelmans.”)
- ![‘The Light of The Spirit’ projected on the facade above the Great West Doors of Westminster Abbey.](/media/2016/018/a1/light_of_the_spirit.jpg “The Light of The Spirit by Patrice Warrener.”)
A festival clearly designed for the Instagram generation, there was no shortage of eye candy, yet I headed home feeling somewhat dejected, unable to capture any photos of significant value. With iPhone 6S in hand, I was surprised to find that even this supposedly capable camera had failed to capture the finer details present in some pieces, the image quality of anything I zoomed in on revealing itself to be poor when viewed on a larger screen. It was also blimin’ cold, so whereas I should have been more patient, and taken the time to consider compositions, instead I fell into my old habit of pointing and shooting at things.
Anyway, I seem to be moaning a lot here, which is slightly odd as it really wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening in London.