That’s the question my good friend Mr. White and I asked ourselves as we explored his latest exhibition, “82 Portraits and 1 Still Life”, at the Royal Academy.
Definitely not Jacob Rothschild:
Quite possibly Celia Birtwell:
Certainly Rita Pynoos:
And cheeky Barry Humphries is most welcome:
It’s a fun exhibition, if you like Hockney, which I do. (If you don’t, you’ll probably hate it.)
Then we went to Camden and found rather a fine craft shop called Slanchogled near Chalk Farm station.
(I have no idea how to pronounce that.)
They have two floors of crafty goodness – a good and unusual broad selection of kits, books and supplies.
I’ll be back.
We had lunch and a little explore around Proud Camden:
Where I distracted Mr White from purchasing a sparkly 80s bomber jacket. (He knows better than that.)
Then we built sandcastles at Camden Beach on top of the Roundhouse.
They weren’t very good, so we sat in the sunshine and chatted instead. (Any excuse for a gossip.)