I was recently at the Tate Modern in London, and came across a remarkable room of images by Francesca Woodman ... which reminded me that I had intended to write a review of Neil Leach's book 'Camouflage'. This elegant tome is illustrated wholly with images of Woodman's - photographs of herself, of her Self, perhaps, to contemplate the negotiation that is happening between self and space. The room of images at the Tate Modern resonated strongly with Leach's skillful analysis of the various tropes of camouflage, most poignantly with the love hate relationship with one's space. I had long been fascinated with the notion of camouflage, most potently evoked in the essay by Roger Caillois ("Mimicry and Legendary Psycasthenia") which plumbs the depths of the phenomenological of space relationships. Leach eloquently excavates this material, and presents a kind of psychoanalysis of architectural space which is left unresolved, problematised, dangling ... deliciously so. I would recommend this book to anyone interested in architectural theory, and particularly anyone who relishes the excitement that occurs when discourses 'infect' one another, as here in the domains of natural history, psychoanalysis, and architecture - a splendid counter to the anti-intellectual stance that hangs around like a black cloud in design theory.