We go to Tina, We Salute You for a coffee, on the way to Dalston. Its a freezing day, a greyness that gets to you. The first time we went in we were intimidated, like pushing the door into someones living room, you could feel it sticking in the frame and you wanted to just give up, not bother. But we went in and it was good and they had bon soy in yellow and lilac cartons.
We order coffees and we sit on the leather sofa which is cracked and slack underneath us. On the opposite wall, behind a group of friends in bright wool, eating toast and marmite, is Ben Slow's painting. Its painted right on the wall, all over the wall, a girls face. She's painted on the wall but it looks like the wall is painted around her, like she was there all along and they just discovered her, peeled back the paintwork and there she was with her giant, heavy eyes, eyes looking to the side, not looking at us, not interested in us, not interested in whats out there either, the grey street and her grey face and her grey eyes and she gets to you too.
here: http://benslow.tumblr.com/
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