modern, not early modern
This morning we took Bus 19 westwards to V & A, as a Modernism exhibition was on display. It was generally more of HY's area of study: the designer chairs, the mass production and the Bauhaus architecture. However, I had read somewhere about the world's first ideal kitchen, in which the woman only needs a minimum of eight meters to move around the kitchen and the dining table to prepare a meal, and I was keen to see that. Ah, this is how our modern way of life started, the twentieth-century domestic goddess' very own space, with its lime green counters, clean cabinets, window view and cute containers that you could slot into the wall. The sink was a bit low; I suppose this was because the ladies were shorter in those days. It certainly came a long way to have a man in the picture, and we might still have a long way to go. After this cultural education overload in the morning, I had much fun taking silly pictures in front of the distorted mirrors at the exhibition shop. Below is a prediction of how HY and I will look like in ten year's time: him fat and ugly, me slim and gorgeous.
Before: I eat big sandwiches (V & A courtyard)
After: Fat boy + slim
Being Henry Malkovich
Being Rachel Malkovich
Jeff Koon's big rock (bigger than the one Ben Affleck gave J-Lo, eh?)