Art girl about town

I’ve been terrible at updating my blog of late, but that’s not to say I haven’t been writing. In May I went to Hong Kong for Art Basel and have been writing like crazy since then. I did highlights of the fair for both FAD and Complex, as well as an article about the street art scene in Hong Kong for Complex.

Then there were exhibition reviews back in London – the huge Banksy show that Sotheby’s held in their gallery as well as the amusing yet melancholic Museum of Broken Relationships at Southbank Centre. I went to the Sotheby’s Contemporary evening sale, and wrote about that too. Plus I threw some fashion into the mix with 40 things you didn’t know about Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci in honour of his 40^th birthday in August.

There’s lots more in the pipeline. Am working on some features for State Magazine and I wrote three philanthropist profiles for the forthcoming Giving Magazine – will share these with you as soon as they come out.

But in the meantime, if you want to find out what galleries and artworks have been impressing me on a day-to-day basis, follow my feeds on Twitter or Instagram.

Over and out x

Postcard from Waterloo Bridge

She walked over Waterloo Bridge. To her right, the National Theatre was engulfed with flames of crimson light and to her left, the London Eye glowed a malevolent red. It was like the Southbank was trying to pretend that nightfall hadn’t yet arrived, that it was still sunset. An eternal sunset that would last till dawn. And yet, it wasn’t a comforting light. It was an angry light. Like London was raging against the darkness – drawing battle lines against the black night sky.

The mood had filtered down to the people on the bridge. People marched across it, looking neither left nor right, yet subconsciously absorbing the colours of aggression. No one looked up.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what Waterloo Bridge was about. Usually the pedestrians never contemplated the origins of this bridge’s name. Why think about battles and wars when London’s beauty was spread out around them? This was a bridge for romantics. But tonight, the lovers had chosen to go elsewhere…