The day began, bright and clear, with a humungous queue outside the Victoria and Albert Museum.
And what were we all queuing for? The David Bowie is exhibition, a vast collection of handwritten lyrics, original costumes, photograph, video, set designs, and the Thin White Duke’s own instruments and artwork. The exhibition charts Bowie's career, including influences and inspirations from other artists such as Gilbert and George, Iggy Pop and Kansai Yamamoto, and from cultural influences from such diverse locations as Japan and Germany. A set of headphones, free with your entry fee, insulates and immerses you into the sights and sounds of the exhibition, and I spent almost three awe-inspiring hours wandering the cluttered maze of exhibits before reluctantly emerging, shaken and dazed, and full of fanciful ideas of quitting my job, bleaching my hair white and enrolling in an art degree.
Unfortunately the only photo I could take was the one of the queue, as photography and sketching (?!) were strictly forbidden, but you can find out more about it on the V&A website here. The exhibition is on until 11th August. If you have any way of getting to London to see it I really recommend that you do. But be prepared to feel some ch-ch-ch-ch-changes . . . .