Loved … the No Love Lost exhibition at The Wallace Collection:
I simply adore The Wallace Collection; it’s like stepping into another era, I like to waft around the silk-lined rooms, with gold-leafed frames and French porcelain, and pretend it’s my house:
I was a bit cynical, Hirst…surely he’s *all-about* the formaldehyde shark that ‘doesn’t realise it’s dead’?
I LOVE it, when conceptual artists can actually draw. One picture in particular, the one on the flyer, was amazing; I had to check behind it that it wasn’t back lit. Getting that luminescence, the total belief of the viewer that it was 3D, stroke of genius.
I didn’t love Decode at the V&A:
..nothing stood out, I couldn’t see anything that an adequately intelligent 14 year old boy couldn’t achieve using MS products, maybe I was missing the point? Maybe it was too dark (after my Parisian experience of a too dark Centre Pompidou circa. 2006 I am aware that bright lights in darkened rooms are really not my thing).