I think its the oldness, the history, the majesty… The special gallery smell.
Even if i dont like the endless pictures of Jesus and ladies with a single, creamy white boob which seem to be forever absentmindedly falling out curiously ill fitting tops…
National Gallery.
Relaxing.
The show we wanted… Turns out its February.
*****
Quelle dommage.
What befell us next but this remarkable thing…
The things people do eh?
At the white cube some dancers spend there afternoons wearing huge mirror a-boards and drifting around a room full of other mirrors.
You had to be there.
A video…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiecb5w1Rdk&sns=em
But the great thing about this kind if thing is u kind of DO have to be there.
Take silly pictures. Laugh at them…
We’ve discussed this b4.
Love,
Harley xx
“at least stars burn out brightly”