nice hoardings!

I don't know what these over-sized pencils were doing outside West London's Lancaster Hotel, or if they were supposed to be art or not. They seemed to have lines of text on each one that was perhaps meant to read as a poem?


Whatever they were, it was a colourful and intriguing intervention on a hot and busy street and loads more interesting than the corny sixth-form surrealism, slapstick abstraction and derivitive tourist crud mostly hung on the railings of Hyde Park across the road!