January 11th, 2010

changingroomdragking

the unknown artist

I've got them. Studded leggings! Oh yes. It's doubtless indecent for a woman my age to even consider wearing such things but no, no. I do not care. It's like someone crossed Mad Max with Xanadu. Meatloaf with Olivia Newton John. You risk conceptual whiplash just by looking at them. There were studded jumper dresses too, but they had already sold out. All the cool kids want to look like Jenny Agutter (should have looked).

Unfortunately my attempts to find a cardigan that could if required be pitched as en emergency tent met with fail. The various cardigan designs ("boyfriend", "waterfall", "boxing helena") don't appeal, and those which do stray into just being a cardigan are brutally thin. Guess the cold snap caught the shops on the hop, too.

I forgot about the sequel to seeing Seizure (in London, before the snow). I went to the Tate to check out Pop life, Collapse )

Outside the Tate, we saw this:



The latin translates as -- don't praise me, just throw money.