Archives for posts with tag: art gallery

Lunch with Rosie and Jim.

Showing them my favourite bits of the Tate.

Walking home, finding new streets.

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A walk through Hampstead Heath with cute dogs and sunshine and a view of London.

Camden Arts Center. One if my favourite galleries in London. So calm and beautiful and never ever busy.

A nice message from Andrew.

Green smoothie and berries for breakfast with tea and some Murakami.

Walking walking walking and meeting Jonny at the White Cube

Watching a bit of the marathon. It’s surprisingly emotional.

Free use of a Tate card. Hello multiple exhibitions.

My (male) doppleganger.

The breakthrough dance show Jo took me to for my birthday. Such amazing dances.

A nice morning together, good sex and a lovely breakfast together at the local cafe. With hash browns.

The brilliant exhibition at Camden Arts Centre. I just love it. It felt so calm.

Takeaway and TV.

A delicious French bread breakfast full of fruit, thanks to Alec.

A lovely calming art gallery. With some amazing huge lead books.

The male choir singing in the sauna. Also the sauna. And jumping in the bucket of ice water. Twice.

The Life of Trees exhibition at the V&A. And going there for a general wander around to look at things I wanted to see. It was tough at times but I loved this photo by Bae Bien U.

The condom workshop. Money, free condoms and strong women. 

This goat(?) His nose makes me smile.


A trip to Whitechapel Gallery on my own. It felt good to quietly look at art by myself. I really liked the dance video of all the moonwalking. Which is odd because usually I don’t like video art. But it really made me smile. And the bright yellow thing. That really lifted my spirits.

Seeing Stuart again.

A good position.


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 


Going to the White Cube. That place is so damn shiny and​ reflective. I love it. Also the room with all the semi reflective glass rooms – so good!

Going for a walk through the little park and sitting by the pond for a while, watching the slow tadpole prosession. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of smells of the plants into my lungs. And there was a nice man who stopped too see if I was okay.

Coming back and doing some gardening. To think I almost stayed in bed. It turned out to be a really lovely afternoon.

Oh and then Matt and I watched a brilliant volcano documentary with a hilarious voiceover. Plus ice cream. 

All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.

An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike. 


A fun date. Really fun.

Seeing my tattoo without the cling film. I keep touching it.

Looking at art. Seeing celebrities. Just not sure which ones.

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The Simon Starling exhibition at the City Gallery.
Watching the kids Irish dancing by the sea. Especially the little brother who couldn’t Irish dance but joined in anyway.
Going for cake and having a nice chat, just the two of us.