Sunday Matinee: The Fake (1953)

Another early morning movie with a noir tinge and an art scam — I’m staying on brand for once! I watched another neo-noir last night but am mulling over whether I want to write about it. Yes, two films in a 24-hour period. Who am I? The key is working around dad’s schedule (also ear…

Blake at the Tate

Why did it take me so long to get around to posting this, you ask? Well, I took about 300 pictures at the exhibition and the tedium of uploading them finally happened today as it’s a holiday [fight capitalism in the name of MLK!]. The agony of sorting just a few to post here (see…

Tate Britain: Conceptual Art

The only way to travel between the Tates is via boat. The only fun way to travel in London apart from shank’s mare is by boat. You see a different side of the city. If i were to ever win the lottery, I’d want to live on the river (maybe in the next life). But…