He's on the roof, on top of towerblocks, over the river, lurking by a flagpole, haunting a walkway, ghosting up the horizon and just when you thought it was safe to go outside (having thoroughly exhausted (although not wasted) an hour waiting to go inside "hatch"),
behind you!!! 
I was having a rotten week at work so took a lightning wednesday break to see
Gormley at the Hayward before it goes this weekend. There were queues, crowds and a lot more variety of work than I'd been led to expect on display -- although plenty of old favourites, too:
The most astonishing thing is that not one review has mentioned the deliciously tacky souvenir item available in the shop ... yes! I am now the proud owner of an Antony Gormley snowglobe! (official title: blind light cloud dome)
My highlight? Capacitor. I couldn't photograph it (they had an attendant checking no-one impaled themselves on the spines) but
the Guardian did (there are some other pieces there, too). I also liked the sculpture on the bridge, though I did rather try Tim's patience repeatedly attempting to get just enough fill-flash to appropriately illuminate his cock. I think I did OK though:
Thank you antony, you are:
