24 hour clock
I had been a little sick for the past few days when my lovely roommates Natalie and Ben dragged me out of the house yesterday to go to a small gallery opening with a number of artists who did works in helium balloons. The who was somewhat dissappointing(the artist's didn't think about the weight of the objects placed inside the floating balloons) although there was a nice one that I took photo of.
We ate free cake and met up with Ben's fellow graduates of the art school Saint Martins where we, along with everyone else in the gallery was led by a man with a lit up green wand to a hidden venue of sorts that was supposed to be close by for the afterparty. It turned into a 45 minute walk throughindustrial areas, around a park, through some locks for the river and into a hidden warehouse next to a canal.
The afterparty consisted of cheap beer, projected videos, loud usa/european music from the 80's, a strip show of a woman who was wearing pink valour and lots of art students dancing. It was fun and rediculous. I met lots of people including an unrelenting boy you said i should couchsurf on his couch, luckily natalie told him to leave me alone and then told their friend Hendrik to buy me a beer. Hendrik was a nice guy and what began as just a beer ended with me being deserted by my friends natalie and ben and leaving me in south london with him to make sure i was safe and had a place to stay(you gotta love friends).
Normally this wouldn't be a situation that I was okay with but I knew that Hendrik was a good person, he wasn't trying to get with me and we just got along so I felt safe. We ended up rambling through the streets with several other graduates, one who looks like Albert Einstein, one who was from the states and getting married in order to stay in the U.K. and others who I never got their names or stories. After our long ramble into the city and to our bus stops I had decided that I could stay at Hendrik's given there was a spare room. (This wasn't the first time I've had to do this in London) So we end up in his giant flat that happens to be on the River Thames, his parents bought it for him and his brother to live in.(lucky) So I drank tea, ate honey for my throat and passed out around 5am.
Today I awoke around noon to the boats going up the river. I ended up looking at all of Hendriks photography (which was beautiful) and wandering around yet another part of london I've never been to. He showed me a gallery space that I have to show work at. It is my dream home-Morgan, you would love it.
the photographs were interesting and the space was amazing, we wandered around and i just got more and more ideas for a show of my own.
Afterwards we went to the oldest pub in London, and ate some food while watching a little blonde girl wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, flourescent green fairy skirt and pink sandels dance around her parents. By the time I got home it was 6PM, exactly 24 hours since I had left the house. A lovely day/night/day it was.
We ate free cake and met up with Ben's fellow graduates of the art school Saint Martins where we, along with everyone else in the gallery was led by a man with a lit up green wand to a hidden venue of sorts that was supposed to be close by for the afterparty. It turned into a 45 minute walk throughindustrial areas, around a park, through some locks for the river and into a hidden warehouse next to a canal.
The afterparty consisted of cheap beer, projected videos, loud usa/european music from the 80's, a strip show of a woman who was wearing pink valour and lots of art students dancing. It was fun and rediculous. I met lots of people including an unrelenting boy you said i should couchsurf on his couch, luckily natalie told him to leave me alone and then told their friend Hendrik to buy me a beer. Hendrik was a nice guy and what began as just a beer ended with me being deserted by my friends natalie and ben and leaving me in south london with him to make sure i was safe and had a place to stay(you gotta love friends).
Normally this wouldn't be a situation that I was okay with but I knew that Hendrik was a good person, he wasn't trying to get with me and we just got along so I felt safe. We ended up rambling through the streets with several other graduates, one who looks like Albert Einstein, one who was from the states and getting married in order to stay in the U.K. and others who I never got their names or stories. After our long ramble into the city and to our bus stops I had decided that I could stay at Hendrik's given there was a spare room. (This wasn't the first time I've had to do this in London) So we end up in his giant flat that happens to be on the River Thames, his parents bought it for him and his brother to live in.(lucky) So I drank tea, ate honey for my throat and passed out around 5am.
Today I awoke around noon to the boats going up the river. I ended up looking at all of Hendriks photography (which was beautiful) and wandering around yet another part of london I've never been to. He showed me a gallery space that I have to show work at. It is my dream home-Morgan, you would love it.
the photographs were interesting and the space was amazing, we wandered around and i just got more and more ideas for a show of my own.
Afterwards we went to the oldest pub in London, and ate some food while watching a little blonde girl wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, flourescent green fairy skirt and pink sandels dance around her parents. By the time I got home it was 6PM, exactly 24 hours since I had left the house. A lovely day/night/day it was.
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