So we can’t go to the gallery at the moment, but we can bring the gallery to you. One of my favourite types of artwork to hang at home is vintage exhibition posters. I have a few from exhibitions I’ve…
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Suffocate.
Its feathered tentacles invaded his lungs.
Day 108.
A new resident has clomped its way into my ever expanding zoo of inanimate animal objects. Until the day comes when I can cling to a gorilla whose heart-is-a-thumping, this side table will have to suffice. Even if he…
Day 99.
It seems apt that on this day, the penultimate of this challenge, I am bombarded with cheery moments to choose from. Do I select the lunchtime bubbles and French food? Should I opt for the tones of Alexandre Desplat that…
Day 95.
Why hang your coat on a hook when you can drape it on the horn of a rhino, on the snout of a pig, or on the schnoz of a moo cow? #100happydays #day95
Day 54.
I find it beyond the bounds of possibility to pick a favourite film. One title rolls off the tongue whilst simultaneously my brain interrupts with a throng of others, and I find myself endlessly listing potential masterpieces. Hence the creation…
Day 41.
Our walls are adorned with little pieces of the soul. David Bowie, Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul sit above the boy’s guitars, because they belong in the cool corner of our abode. That Bowie exhibition at the V&A was insane….
Day 32.
If only lions roamed the streets of London dressed in tailored jackets, I’d be like the crazy cat lady in the Simpsons, with an added dose of ferociousness. For now I have to settle for pictures, forever unsure as to…
