Remembrance. August 2014.

Dear Rowley, I am the first to admit that conceptual art makes me bristle with righteous indignation be it Duchamp’s urinal, Tracey’s soiled sheets or Mr Hirst’s pickled livestock. The case for the defence seems to boil down to little … Continue reading

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Perfect Gentlemen. November 2012.

Dear Rowley, As Mary Queen of Scots said (in a cod French accent) ‘in my end is my beginning’. There must be more than a few hookers down Half Moon Street who embroidered a sampler with that one. Granted, the … Continue reading

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