http://www.hungertv.com/feature/william-lakin-magaluf/
Research and development of ideas/context of the raft.
Twenty one and six hundred seconds, from brown clay to brown water and back ad nauseam. Within the sublimity of the great steel gargantuan, the tide was where our empathy lay; the only other soul amongst a sea of predevelopments, redevelopments and dedevelopments. Even during our short visit, it had swallowed the little beach whole, the flux in landscape quite juxtaposed to the silence that hung over The Wharf.
And there was silence, and the silence begot feelings of isolation and desolation. But in London we still were, as if in the eye of the storm we were separate from the entropy which usually defines this city; it was an escape within that which we were escaping.
So we shall work with these qualities; the tide, the silence, and the isolation, to create a space where one can be free of the metropolitan chaos that surrounds us. We will make an island, a floating haven in the Thames, which rises with the tide and detaches one from their environment.
But where do the people go to relax? Many a year and in their droves they have voted and why ignore the wisdom of crowds; the British want to escape to unrealities built with neon strips of cheap bars, Chinese restaurants and copy/ paste gift shops and who are we to say no?
St George’s Flag, football shirt, pint of lager, sun burn, fish and chips, plastic palm tree inflatable, coconuts with cocktail umbrellas, five nights in room number three-oh-nine in block four on package holiday deal #42.
This is the experience we aim to provide the denizens of our little pontoon, relaxation through alcohol and vegetation; as is the custom in Benidorm, as is the custom in Grenidorm.
