Today we went to the Scottish National Gallery to see the Jeff Koons exhibition. Met this guy on the way in, but he didn't look too interested. Koons' work is pretty odd, and usually leaves me feeling a bit empty inside. I'm still quite unclear as to why. Of what we saw today, the coloured mirror series was easily his best piece, but I'm not sure I liked it for the reason he intended. He's all about consumption and the allure of luxury you can't touch, but looking into coloured mirrors is just like imagining what it would be like to live in a world that was all blue, or orange, or pink. Maybe I wasn't getting it, but whatever.
The cafe gets a rave, as far as I'm concerned. The food is delicious, they have San Pellegrino Limonata (mmmm) crisp, fluffy baked potatoes, and there's a gorgeous garden at the back in which you can listen to really inane middle-class people talking. One was so hilarious that Tom and I had to text each other excerpts of what she was saying. She was opening her garden to the public, for reasons of community spirit, not for judging, and was getting instant jasmine all the way up her arch (eh?). Texts as follows:
Tom to me: "With instant jasmine you're always judged."
Me to Tom: "Hahaha all the way up my arch."
Tom to me: "Glad to hear it isn't for her but for community spirit. A modern day Mother
[EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT]
This one is outside the Dean Gallery, which is the second of the two modern art galleries in Edinburgh. I really want a band to use this in an album cover, and it's a total gift for photography students.
It's got that fantastic sort of architecture that makes you feel tiny. I found a perfect spot for reading (the length between the modillion and the corona is exactly the same as the length of my legs, oui c'est parfait) (and yes I looked up the architecture words, ok? I can only state that I love Kevin McCleod and whatever brings me closer to him is fine by me. I'm not even sure that modillion is the correct term, but at least I tried.).
Look at the height of the bannisters, even!
One of the stairwells has little birds painted all over the ceiling, very Hitchcock.
Tom was clearly tired after walking round two whole art galleries.
Ghost mirror - it's sort of see-through, so if you stand on opposite sides you can see each other but you still sort of both looks like ghosts in the photos. Pretty cool.
That's enough culture for one holiday I think, time to watch Jeremy Kyle whilst eating some Findus Crispy Pancakes.