under the tower bridge...
got off down near the tate britain to visit the current turner prize exhibition, then caught the special damien hirst decorated boat back to the tate modern. they've just installed the new work in the huge turbine hall, by carsten holler - its a series of covered slides that you can actually ride on! i was actually bouncing up and down like a 7 year old when i walked in and saw this...
and can you imgine the extreme pouting looks on my face when told that there were no more riding slots available that day. i was leaving the next day, so no chance to go back! i begged and pleaded but to no avail, those london gallery people have no mercy BOOOOO!!!!
so we were left to watch all the other people having the time of their life...
holler says in the catalogue essay that one shouldn't assume that to enjoy the work you need to actually ride on the slides. bollocks!!! well maybe not, it was still cool watching the people's expressions as they shot off the bottom. As the catalogue ssays, "For Carsten Höller, the experience of sliding is best summed up in a phrase by the French writer Roger Caillois as a ‘voluptuous panic upon an otherwise lucid mind’".
then walked back up towards soho...
never get sick of the cute squirrels... here's one i staked out - think its just busted me.
and here it is running away from me...
can't decide if this is the best or the worst name for a pub ever...
drinks at the pub (with food but no chef) to farewell becci from london...
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