Looming over the sprawling Chinese city of Shenzhen, this building is the tallest skyscraper ever designed by a British architect. Terry Farrell tells Jonathan Glancey how he did it ' I've never thought of myself as a skyscraper man," says Terry Farrell, sitting in his richly decorated London flat. Above our heads hang models of historic aircraft. Across the room, amid lots of exotic plants, goldfish circle each other in huge bowls.
What can an all-black production add to Waiting for Godot? Andrew Dickson finds out In what used to be a warehouse in Leeds, two men are waiting for something - anything - to happen. One rummages in his pockets. The other sucks morosely on a carrot. "The essential doesn't change," decides the first. "Nothing to be done," says the second.
'One reviewer said I looked like a giant gnome. I guess I do have prominent ears' What got you started? My parents always told me that if I found something I really loved doing, that was a good guidepost. I acted for the first time in a summer camp between fifth and sixth grade, and I was enthralled with it. As I got older, I became obsessed. You've performed on stage in London and Broadway. Do you see any differences between the two scenes? No.
British artist, who inhabited empty factory in 1970s, defends rights of squatters to put unused properties to good use The artist Antony Gormley put forward a passionate defence of squatting at the launch of an exhibition in aid of the homeless on Tuesday morning. Gormley, famous for his humanoid sculptures, notably the Angel of the North in Gateshead, said: "I'm very against the criminalisation of squatting - I think it's absolutely criminal that many inner city properties are empty.
"Anyone who expected a riot at the Komische Oper on Sunday night would have been disappointed. Although the production was recommended for over-16s only, the shock factor was limited. "
"There's a fine line between making indie pop that's twee, saccharine and wet-as-a-flannel," say Domino Records, "and making indie pop that's heart-meltingly delicate, enchanting and otherworldly." It's a fair point, one which anyone familiar with the soggier faces and phases of the genre can testify. Even Belle & Sebastian, for all the enchantment they exuded in their heyday, couldn't steer clear of twee forever.
Billy Monk's photographs capture the edginess of a hard-partying crowd in the nightclub where he worked as a bouncer in Cape Town in the late 1960s. A new book brings together the photos of the itinerant man with a 'seedy eye' who died in a street fight as his first exhibition was shown
