Circus Kinetica
by Ros Barber (Brighton)
I used to think it was a factory and would be amazing to squat. It was all bagged up, being renovated, so we couldn’t get a feel for the place, but there was this huge round living room so we agreed to rent it. The first weekend was absolutely bizarre.
There was a big party in the foyer with some of the residents DJing, and free drinks. A photographer had taken pictures of all the residents, which were projected up on the building. It was the most full-on housewarming you could possibly imagine.
My degree was interior architecture and I decided to document its history for my dissertation. There were loads of mad coincidences. It turned out my great-grandad lived in Embassy Court for 4 years in the 60s so I used my mum’s and grandma’s memories.
I found a series of poems by a local poet describing the building through the decades and I used them as page-breaks. Dissertation in, I made windmills to sell on the beach. It turns out I sold one to the poet whose poems I’d used without her permission!

