City Interventionists, apparently
London in the summer is full of festivals. Not just the kind of festivals that see you up to your knees in fast-food flecked mud, quietly dreading the next time you have to brave the horror that is the campsite toilets, and subject to the sudden unexplained urge to get luminous dreadlocks smeared into your greasy unwashed hair. There are much less smelly festivals too. And Knit the City were invited to take part in one.
Read MoreYarnstorm on Screen: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey – the movie
Once in a lifetime a film comes along that will touch your heart, make you laugh till tea comes out of your nose, make you cry till you get a dehydration headache, and make you wish that you could live you life again and do it alllllll so differently that world peace ensued and all famine was wiped out.
This is not that film.
But it is pretty freaking cool.
Read MoreYarnstorm the Sixth: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey
Knit the City’s six-hour yarnstorm to the tune of one of London’s oldest nursery rhymes. Grab your citrus fruit and join us!
Read MoreYarnstorm the Fifth: Memorial of Melancholy
In the dark and dingy depths of the Leake Street tunnel we, the Knit the City Yarn Corps, lost our Web of Woe not 24 hours after it was so carefully installed.
When the wounds were less fresh and the scars were beginning to heal four brave members of the Yarn Corps returned to the site to remember. For the remaining two it was still too painful.
Read MoreWeaving the Web of Woe
Like all good Knit the City Yarnstorms the idea for the Web of Woe was hatched after too much pear cider one Knit the City night in the secret Yarn Corps wool-lined bunker. Plans were drawn, more cider was drunk, the space was measured, visions of half-eaten bugs began to crawl and scuttle through our minds.
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