As is the Civic Hall.
Of course all cities have their different personalities, but bloody hell this part looks like a scene from Oliver! The freakish thing being that I shot this from the main and throughly modern precinct.
I love these Leeds owl railings.
As you can see I popped in to the Damien Hurst exhibit and I can categorically say "I didn't get it". Call me old fashioned, but a sheep in formaldehyde and large photo's of pills produced nothing in me other than an internal "huh"? I like to be provoked into feeling something when I look at art.....anything, and this exhibit simply left a void where emotion should have been.
Not to worry, this cheeky moment outside the gallery did the job (you know you're in Leeds when.......)!
Segueing with green....I give you the mother of all tassels, which is only funny because just when I was sure no one purchased these any more my mother bought two for her new flat. Shocking!