Revising Vikings: Beauty, design and adornment

By jackie keily on 24 May 2014

Often we tend to think of the Vikings only as marauding bad guys, ‘riding’ into town in their longboats, ready to burn and pillage, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. This is an aspect that the current major exhibition at the British Museum is trying to redress, and here at the Museum of London we are keen to do our bit too! Read the full postRead the full post

Working in the dark: Fox Talbot and salt paper prints

By rose briskman on 23 May 2014
A rare Fox Talbot print showing Hungerford Bridge

A rare Fox Talbot print showing Hungerford Bridge c.1845

When I heard that a William Henry Fox Talbot photograph from 1845 was to be included in upcoming Bridge exhibition at the Museum of London Docklands, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Excitement that we even have such a rare and experimental photo in our collection and trepidation that the word facsimile would not be received well when I uttered it. Read the full postRead the full post

Artworks in and around the Olympic site

By peter strafford on 5 Jul 2011

Time is ticking away before the 20 images that will make up the Your 2012 free photography exhibition go on display dealing with the impact of the construction of the Olympic Park in Stratford, east London. Come along and see it when it starts at the Museum of London Docklands on the 22nd of July 2011 and see some awesome pictures. Naturally many of the photographs have their own intrinsic aesthetic appeal which is only to be expected as so much effort has been put into making sure that all of the buildings look visually stunning. With this in mind I thought that this week it would be good to look […]

The spirit of discovery: a word of welcome from the psychogeographical travel agency by Sebastian Groes

By star guest on 8 Apr 2011

Sebastian Groes c. Andrew Porter Ahead of his event with Will Self, at the Museum of London, on the 12th of April, Sebastian Groes talks psychogeography… In July 1992, my father went to Los Angeles for business, and took me with him. I was seventeen and, as a boy from a Dutch hamlet, knee-deep in polder mud and accustomed only to endless fields of tulips beneath a light blue skyscape. Soon I was bored of the endless visits to overheated warehouses and air-conditioned offices, and my father decided to drop me at Venice Beach. It was a working day, and […]