Town keeps swinging

[imomus]

1. Momus finds himself in tune with the London graffiti.

2. Old friends show up at the Spitz. Left, Vici MacDonald, who used to write for Smash Hits and designed Momus album sleeves like 1989's "Don't Stop The Night". Right, Tammy Yoseloff, who tour-managed the first two Momus tours to Japan in 1992 and 1993.

3. Bert Teunisserc show at The Photographer's Gallery.

4. Also at the Photographer's Gallery, gorgeous Wizard of Oz-style colours and scenes in a show called Bound for Glory: America in Colour, 1939-43.

5. Why did colour film start so rich and then lose its subtlety so quickly?

6. Riflemaker becomes Indica. Beak Street gallery Riflemaker is recreating Indica, the experimental and collaborative gallery that operated between 1965 and 1967. For two years Indica was absolutely where it was happening in London -- as the press release for this recreation says, "a teenage Marc Bolan ran errands, Paul McCartney helped knock in nails, Polanski and Antonioni, Burroughs and Ginsberg hung out. International Times got started in the basement. John met Yoko there." Indica was actually in Mayfair, exactly where White Cube has opened its new branch. But Riflemaker have recreated it in Soho, calling in original curators Barry Miles and John Dunbar. Young emerging artists like Janfamily have been mixed with some of the original Indica people (like Yoko Ono) for this new show. The private view for Part 2 of the show is tonight, 6-9pm, at 79 Beak Street.

7. In front of the Spitz, where Momus played on Thursday night.

8. i-D journalist Suzy Corrigan in the Tate's rather funky hospitality room, full of children's activity equipment.

9. The curry proves just a little too spicy for Hisae at Sweet and Spicy, Brick Lane.

Oh, and happy birthday to London Boy David Bowie, who today sets a new standard of cool for all culturally-active 60somethings! Keep swinging, mate!

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