For a year now I have started my journey to work from Holland Park tube station. Often half asleep, I still have to marvel at the ads displayed in the lifts and along the tunnels.

One of them led Tom and I to visit the nearby Leighton House Museum and from there, intrigued by its decadence, the now closed exhibition The Cult of Beauty: The Aesthetic Movement 1860-1900 at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Peacocks are prominent in both, and one can see them live in Holland Park. One day early in the morning I spotted a peacock venturing out into the housing estate across the road. But I don’t presume he or she does that very often.

At the bottom of the lifts I came across an advertisement for 'premium nannies'.



What is one supposed to make of that? Are they superior value, sustainably sourced, organic nannies? Moist-lipped, chubby, dressed in innocuous baby blue, high-necked tops nannies. No danger of having tattooed boyfriends or any kind of personality or life. Eastern European looking, but I might be biased here.

But there is hope for the Holland Park tube station. Look at this, captured one day in summer 2011.



The attendant in the blue white Transport for London jacket, doubtless the author, was pleased out of his socks when I asked if I can take a picture of his art. I imagine him working weekends there to finance his degree in poetry. Rock on Holland Park!