London 2012 is so passe. The cool kids are already thinking about Rio 2016.
Theyve gone and done an exhibition.
Theyve gone and done it at somerset house.
And theyve gone and done it v well.
Some fab art and shit.
No boobs but where there were boobs and much more besides was in the unlikely setting of the National Gallery. Metamorphosis.
And not just the creamy goddess boobs of the Titian masterpieces…
Oh no, son.
There is caged woman.
Inspired by the creamy boobed goddesses.
Shes in a box and u get to peep.
Or stare (see @albiestar).
I eventually dragged him (hey… Hes had a rough time…) to see the pretty colours of Chris Ofili's trinidadian tributes.
Hey… Aliteration.
Hey… Trinidad is everywhere.
Theyve gone and done it in Kilburn. Tricycle Theatre.
Some fab spoken word and shit. “Attitudinal Metamorphosis” #apparently.
Its all free.
We like free.
It was not short.
But we hotfooted it halfway to squeeze in 'offender' at cineworld wood green.
The film, not the lifestyle choice.
'Visceral' would be a good word.
Lets have visceral then.
5 Colin Stars.
Love,
Harleyxx
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