As a belated birthday treat, I asked my friend where she'd like to go for brunch. As we're both south west I thought she'd suggest somewhere local, but I was quite excited when she said she'd had her eye on NAC for a while, so did I want to try there?
Okay, so I didn't know what to title this post. Actually, that's a lie - I wanted to call it "Art that isn't at the Tate Modern or the V&A which is still pretty cool", but that was too long. So now we're all stuck with the smaller, more awkward version. But it's not about the title, it's about the art, right?
Due to an office move last week, I had an unexpected day off. To my delight, the sun was shining, the birds were tweeting, and outside was calling my name. I made the most of the agreeable weather and prepared for the heat.
It all started out innocently enough. I arranged to meet a friend on a Wednesday night who I interned with at VOGUE, and in my head I was thinking, "I'm only going for one. I'll be back home at 8:30pm, latest." Famous. Last. Words.
