The Soulages show opened today and I've dressed entirely in his honour — one colour, head to toe, and barely any of it doing any work. Fancy being my plus one?
The Soulages show opened today and I've dressed entirely in his honour — one colour, head to toe, and barely any of it doing any work. Fancy being my plus one?
Somerset House opens the UK's first big show of Sámi artists on Friday and I've already stolen an idea from that shawl-tassel commission — mine's wool, barely there, and covering far less than advertised. Tell me it works?
Bonfire Night is nearly here and I've gone completely overboard on sparklers already — scarf on, jumper up to my chin, tea in hand. Come stand by the fire with me and keep me warm under all these layers?
Halloween's tomorrow and I've done the makeup but the costume gave up before I did. Care to come play dress-up, or would you rather I stayed like this?
Théâtre des Vampires had us all in the dark touching strangers and I've brought the mood straight home — the dress didn't survive the hallway. Come finish what the show started?
The kettle's boiled and the shirt's purely decorative at this point — mornings like this shouldn't be spent alone. Come share the first cup?
Lubaina Himid told a room full of us at the RA tonight to take up space and stop apologising — I came home and did exactly that. What would you do if you found me like this?
There's a show opening called "a dream no one had" and I've gone and inserted myself into it — backless dress, no bra, pretending very badly to read the wall text. Somebody pinch me, I might still be asleep.
The Turbine Hall commission opens soon and I'm in the tub rehearsing what I'll wear — so far the answer is nothing at all. Come scrub my back?
Dulwich opened that century of American photography yesterday and the catalogue has kept me up shamelessly late — somewhere around page forty the reading stopped entirely. Come see what distracted me?