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Brighton, After Dark
2012.03.21
It was only in the darkness of night when I have truly recognised Brighton for the beauty it truly posesses.
I was there last saturday night, with the simple prospect of a fish and chips dinner and a bit of a wander, but I also became obsessed with observing structures and details around me and how their aesthetic styles all worked together.
It is a sea side town, but even the beach- front encases a unique 1950's European style... Art Nouveau is wherever you choose to look, be it in the building or even street fittings and lamp posts; which I found aesthetically fascinating.
I mean, most of those out on the pier that night were there for the side shows and amusements- as was I, but imagining the history of the place added to alot of it's atmospheric charm.
The pegoda was beside the beach promenade and had a distinct Chinese flavour, and looked as though it might posess magical powers all lit up.
The inside of the Victoria's Bar on the pier could not be expected form the outside, with it's high ceilings a support for a collection of vintage objects such as prams, musical instruments and model aeroplanes- quirkiness at it's best.
The menu board is indicative of what I ate- at a quiet Italian restaurant called The Italian Kitchen, and may have been the best F and C's I have ever eaten !
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I was there last saturday night, with the simple prospect of a fish and chips dinner and a bit of a wander, but I also became obsessed with observing structures and details around me and how their aesthetic styles all worked together.
It is a sea side town, but even the beach- front encases a unique 1950's European style... Art Nouveau is wherever you choose to look, be it in the building or even street fittings and lamp posts; which I found aesthetically fascinating.
I mean, most of those out on the pier that night were there for the side shows and amusements- as was I, but imagining the history of the place added to alot of it's atmospheric charm.
The pegoda was beside the beach promenade and had a distinct Chinese flavour, and looked as though it might posess magical powers all lit up.
The inside of the Victoria's Bar on the pier could not be expected form the outside, with it's high ceilings a support for a collection of vintage objects such as prams, musical instruments and model aeroplanes- quirkiness at it's best.
The menu board is indicative of what I ate- at a quiet Italian restaurant called The Italian Kitchen, and may have been the best F and C's I have ever eaten !
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