Modern Art

I've joined a gym in the centre of Sydney where I can practice my pilates. By London standards it's very cheap, but I think it's pretty high-end in Sydney. I know this because everyone is very attentive when I go in and there's free body wash and moisturiser in the showers.

Anyway, we decided that we should make the most of Sydney and go and do some cultured things after my classes, so Craig, Evie and Barney came to meet me and we went to the Museum of Contemporary Art. Now, I don't like to admit this, but the truth is, I just didn't get it. There were some round wooden objects hanging from string, some photos from 1920's Britain that had been framed and arranged by the artist (she didn't take them, just put each of them in a frame... I think she had made the frames herself though, to be fair....). There were also some photos of a man - one with his legs hanging out of a dustbin and, amongst others, one of him kneeling with a lemon in his mouth.

Evie laughed at most of the exhibits, whilst the curators watched her with Stalin-like attentiveness to ensure she didn't touch anything. I have to say, the more I think about it, the more her response seems the most appropriate... It was fun though.