Archives for posts with tag: tate modern

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.


Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.

Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.

Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night. 

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Mum and dad.
The Alexander Calder exhibition at the Tate. So so amazing. I could have looked at those sculptures all day.
A night in with Corinne, Vietnamese food, beer and comfy clothes.