No I'm not talking about finding your big break in the 'big city' or the next 100x memecoin (gag). Im talking, as always, about art, about the beauty of our everyday, about all the little things that make up the lexicon of our lives. The moments of Sonder and Pareidolia only found through truly looking at a world beyond your own hands. So often art is held up and removed from the reality that birthed it, in doing so all the mess is cut away, like a magic trick or a film set f

Caught in the same breeze, waiting to see what their faces will look like when the wind changes. These flags are planted in the fertile soil of thought, oft over demanded and under supplied. They speak with the tongue of the masses on an identities minutia. For all the rigour given to these flags design they never hold fast to static guidelines, never truly the same from one glance to the next, yet always they are consistent in their presentation, as oxymoronic as we are. The

That is how one could best summarise the collaborative exhibitions that have taken place in Paris this last week. Hosted at the immaculate @ArtverseParis The gallery space transformed each day. Shifting between sculptural showcases, to flowing flags of identity captured in textile print, and through to street photography; demystified and elevated by record of its capture. All surrounded and supported by a consistent base of contemporary digital work This was an exhibition ser