7 Fingers: Loft
Cirque de Soleil. Momix. Been there done that. And it seems that even some of the performers have decided it's time to move on. The seven Canadians who constitute the group's titular digits have all worked in these kind of huge, sprawling visual feats. But, after coming together and creating this smaller, tighter collective, the circus that they now produce has been equally stripped down; and through this returned simplification, it has exploded. The central premise holds seven friends as they toy with the everyday items around them - a tablecloth, an apple, a bathtub, knives, dolls - yet the imaginative potential they derive from these humble, domestic beginnings is as refreshing and hypnotic as circus has always meant to be.

Festival Remix
There is something distinctly amusing about the illuminatory one-upmanship that's threatening both retinas and electricity rates across the city. Half-arsed Christmas lights have been burning throughout the West End since early November, last week had Canary Wharf come alive with hundreds of glowing eyes, and just this week saw the lighting of the annual 20-footer in Trafalgar Square. Compared to David Batchelor, however, these are all mere appetizers, as from Friday he returns to illuminate the Southbank Centre with his enormous, sprawling, and ever-popular riot of colour, where he is joined this year by Anya Gallaccio's 1000 hand-tinted red and green light bulbs. Even art, it seems, isn't immune to this festive tide.