A week or so ago lil Luke & I had the day off together, an entire Friday to potter about town and feel stupidly xmassy. Such bliss.
We hit up the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the Royal Academy for a bit of waxy, mulitcoloured fun. Per square footage, the exhibition is a bit of a rip off. But per ounce of fun it’s amazing. They’ve really destroyed the exhibition space, wax everywhere. It looks incredible, it’s such a beautiful old tradition building and they’ve splattered the hell out of it. The big wax train that shuffles up and down through the arches has covered every wall in waxy gunk. I want one of those big guns that fires wax too, amazingly good fun. Splat! Splat! Splat! The big mirrors are kinda cute for about two seconds, the big clay poos just remind me of the pottery classes my mum forced me into, the big lady bits is rude and the giant piles of powder paint are chronically dull. Just go for the wax. See if you can touch it, there are security guards everywhere. The meanies.