Pretty glass blanket (Bedtime Story, Daniel Bragin)
Mutilated city boy (Criminal Government, Gosha Ostretsov)
“Sex in the City” Gosha Ostretsov
A room of liars in pretty colours (Not Sad, Just Sighing; Dasha Shishkin)
There was also a room filled with lots of shocking photos by Boris Mikhailov documenting the poor and vulnerable in various situations. It was an eye opener into the detrimental aftermath of the Soviet Union.
And there were many many more interesting and wonderful Russian arty things to see in the gallery. You have until the 9th June to check it out LOADS OF TIME!
P.S. The oil room on the bottom floor (permanent installation) is crazy! I thought I was just looking at an empty room wondering what all the fuss was about…then I read it was filled with oil. EYE FUCK!!
Hello one and all. It is Valentine’s day smoochy smoochy time…Ooo lala – voulais vu cu chez avec moi? or summink. If you’ve got no one to smooch, remember Barney loves you. Or better still, smooch your friends. This is what big fat purple Barney teaches us. Word.
So most of what I’m wearing doesn’t belong to me. You must think I’m a massive pikey. Well I’m not. My mum’s a carer and she got given some clothes from one of the old men she was looking after. FYI – HE’S NOT DEAD. So one of the things in the bag was this lovely big jumper.
I just wanted to be cosy and comfortable today, so this jumper fits the bill perfectly. My hair was being a big frizzy shit ball this morning so I’ve tied one of his handkerchiefs round my head to hold it back.
The jeggings are MINE (you’ll be pleased to know) and so are my Superga trainers/pumps whatever you want to call them. Socks belong to my boyfriend who is starting to moan about my ‘borrowing’ haha!
Have a good Friday whatever you get up to! I’m excited about my sofa.