Saw the Dominique Gonzales-Foerster installation in the Turbine Hall at Tate Modern. It evokes -- with witty, overblown references to previous installations there -- some kind of disaster in London in 2058. There's also a blitz feel to it -- bunk beds in tube stations, film of WW2 bomb ruins. It feels very topical at a time when the money crisis bestrides the city like Godzilla.
The lecture at the AA went well, and I feel this is just the beginning of my association with this association.
Today I saw the Cold War design show at the V and A -- mostly familiar ground -- and the new Saatchi Gallery (a good space, demilitarizing Chelsea and opening up the King's Road, just a stone's throw from where I used to live). But why must Chinese art (as selected by Saatchi) look like microwaved Pop?
Now I'm at Cafe Oto meeting Stef, who did the Joemus sleeve.
Frieze Art Fair party later -- will it feel like the party on the Titanic?