Below a review of Maeve Rendle's Mount Purgatory exhibition at Apartment features in issue 51 of 'SOURCE' magazine, the review written by Pavel Buchler explores Maeve Rendle's use of photography in her practice: click to enlarge and read.
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8/18/07
Source Article
Below a review of Maeve Rendle's Mount Purgatory exhibition at Apartment features in issue 51 of 'SOURCE' magazine, the review written by Pavel Buchler explores Maeve Rendle's use of photography in her practice: click to enlarge and read. 
5/31/07
Guardian Article
The article left recently featured in the Weekend Guardian magazine appearing in the 'Space' section, the regular segment focuses on how people utilise their living space in different ways. click the image to read. 1/25/07
Martine Myrup Press
The pictured article featured in The Metro on Friday 26th January; click on image to read the article. Martine Myrup and Paul Harfleet also appeared BBC Manchester's 'Studio 6' radio show on Thursday, we will post the piece on the site soon.
5/30/06
News
Despite there currently being no show on at Apartment It's been a very busy time. We recently attended the NAN-NANA event in Nottingham; each artist-led organisation gave a presentation; Apartment presented 'Tea and Sympathy', we served tea and biscuits to each participant (Left,Paul Harfleet serving tea to Candice Jacobs from Stand Assembly). The main objective of the weekend was to create 'new adventures in networking', for more information on this event follow this link. In other news; Apartment is men
tioned briefly in this months 'Museums Journal' (right) the article called 'Home Truths' explores the concept of living in a museum, exploring in this case Adam Nankervis and his museumMAN project. We're also featured in 'The Critical Friend' (full article below) a lovely 'fanzine' written and edited by Alex Michon and Olly Beck for more information follow this link The Critical FriendThe Critical Friend
"So here we are in Manchester in the early evening dusk in the 60's tower block home of the artist Paul Harfleet which doubles as the Apartment gallery. We are looking at the work of the Hungarian artist Beata Veszely. Simple pen drawings of horse archery superimposed onto found art and fashion magazine pages. Horse-archery was the national sport of pre-communist era Hungary. Of Course I am nosily looking around the (very tidy) flat thinking about the chaos of my own back home which doubles as my studio. 'How do you manage it?' I ask Paul. 'well I'm used to it now' he says, 'and anyway it's an appointment basis so I can plan when I show people around. As we sit in the flat/gallery in the ever growing darkness, up in the skies surrounded by a vista of cranes of Manchester's great 'march forward' of neo-yuppie flat building, we watch the twinkling lights from the cars zooming by in the road below, the scene unfolds into an interesting whole with each part adding to the mix. There is a melancholic wistfulness, in these simple lovingly drawn horses and archers, floating like ghosts from another century onto these self important magazine pages. There is the whiff of lost socialist utopias, the sheer romanticism of Eastern European history all mixed up in a Judy Garland Mickey Rooneyesq 'lets put the show on right here in our barn' idealism. Liked it."Alex Michon
Taken from Spring 2006 issue of 'The Critical Friend'
for more on this show follow this link
12/21/05
The Metro
All we were saying went really well, people came and chatted in the bedroom throughout the day. The above appeared in the Metro newspaper. Thanks to all those who attended, and to Ken Chu for realising such an interesting project and to Andy Hardman and Matt Bamber for being the knitters. More images will appear in the new year.Northwest Tonight
Right; Ken Chu appearing on NorthWest Tonight; BBC's regional news programme, Channel M also covered the story.
9/1/05
2/26/05
Radio Appearance
Tune in to GMR to hear Hilary Jack and Paul Harfleet talking about 'joined' and Apartment on the Michelle Mullane show 'Around Midnight'.
2/19/05
2/18/05
Press
An article published in the Manchester Evening News on Feb 14th produced these comments from the public, appearing in the Manchester Evening News on Feb 18th. Apartment would like to point out that although the nylon thread is not visible from the ground floor, and does appear to disappear into the distance towards the other tower block. The thread is quite visible within a few feet. So we believe that no birds were harmed during the showing of this artwork, regular patrols of the area have not shown any dead or dying birds littering the estate.
2/8/05
8020
The following was published in Eighty Twenty Magazine in January.
There was a time when attaching a couple of tin cans to a piece of string and dangling one out of your bedroom window was a simple way to communictae with a friend. We quickly moved on to walkie talkies, mobile phones and instant messanging services that cross continents in nano seconds and its with this in mind that I find myself standing beside the Mancunian Way on a wintry afternoon to document an event that we've been planning for some time.
Its cold and my fingers can barely operate the camera. Cath holds her arm up above her head, her hand tightly clutching a thin transparent wire which leads up high into the grey Manchester sky. Passers by stare up squinting, looking for the kite. But there is nothing. They walk on puzzled.
In a flat on the seventh floor of Lockton Court 100 yards away, a coffee mug anchors the same nylon thread between the opened window and its frame. The line leads diagonally out and down six storeys, skimming the tops of puny urban trees, running neatly beside the roofs of council houses, under telephone wires, street lamps, across security fencing and down into Caths hand.
From the walkway of the sixth floor of Lamport Court, Zac reels the nylon thread in, its pulled taut and it snaps into place like a giant guitar string. Its carefully passed through ballustrades and round glass partitioning, along the corridor and through the open window of number 49. Theres a flurry of activity as pots and pans are moved out of the way just as the clock strikes three. The thread is passed through the window, and finally is tied round the stainless steel kitchen tap and the connection is made.
Theres a sigh of relief and we all go outside to see what we've done. The coffee mug and the tap, the two flats, the two tower blocks are joined, by an alomost but not quite invisible thread, which spans the abyss. Paul takes his mobile phone and dials his freind in Lockton Court to tell her the job is done. We can hear her voice as she answers imediately. An invisible connection that has taken just a couple of seconds.
Hilary Jack
There was a time when attaching a couple of tin cans to a piece of string and dangling one out of your bedroom window was a simple way to communictae with a friend. We quickly moved on to walkie talkies, mobile phones and instant messanging services that cross continents in nano seconds and its with this in mind that I find myself standing beside the Mancunian Way on a wintry afternoon to document an event that we've been planning for some time.
Its cold and my fingers can barely operate the camera. Cath holds her arm up above her head, her hand tightly clutching a thin transparent wire which leads up high into the grey Manchester sky. Passers by stare up squinting, looking for the kite. But there is nothing. They walk on puzzled.
In a flat on the seventh floor of Lockton Court 100 yards away, a coffee mug anchors the same nylon thread between the opened window and its frame. The line leads diagonally out and down six storeys, skimming the tops of puny urban trees, running neatly beside the roofs of council houses, under telephone wires, street lamps, across security fencing and down into Caths hand.
From the walkway of the sixth floor of Lamport Court, Zac reels the nylon thread in, its pulled taut and it snaps into place like a giant guitar string. Its carefully passed through ballustrades and round glass partitioning, along the corridor and through the open window of number 49. Theres a flurry of activity as pots and pans are moved out of the way just as the clock strikes three. The thread is passed through the window, and finally is tied round the stainless steel kitchen tap and the connection is made.
Theres a sigh of relief and we all go outside to see what we've done. The coffee mug and the tap, the two flats, the two tower blocks are joined, by an alomost but not quite invisible thread, which spans the abyss. Paul takes his mobile phone and dials his freind in Lockton Court to tell her the job is done. We can hear her voice as she answers imediately. An invisible connection that has taken just a couple of seconds.
Hilary Jack
8/1/04
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