Day Nineteen - Letter from London - a Big White House

All this past week, whilst I've been feeling regretful about being 6000 miles away from the build site, and not around to see each day's progress in person, I have been to and fro to work at Chelsea College of Art, so busy that I barely noticed that our central courtyard, aka 'The Parade Ground', is currently a massive temporary building site. Here's the Big White House that's gone up, over the course of just 5 days:

It's London Fashion Week, and this is the Burberry tent. All of the great and the good, the soigne and the self-absorbed, should turn up for the big night. I'm not sure how outraged one should be about the cool £4M it costs to put on this show - which will last for all of 20 mins and then be dismantled in under 24 hours. I do know that the build is one hell of an impressive thing, proceeding with military precision and put up by a crew of well over 100, FAST.

Here's a link to a time lapse vid of last year's build of the same thing. I am in awe of such a project; but what I also love is that the uncredited video editor has very slyly put it all to the soundtrack of 'From the Stars' by White Lies - sample lyrics below. Take that, global capitalists.
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small