Nouvelle Boudoir

I haven't decorated my bedroom since I was 15. It was, to say the least, looking a little scruffy...Very beautiful and pink but scruffy. And with me being eight years older than the last time it was decorated, I think my bedroom needs to grow up a bit too. So I've given it a massive overhaul and it looks INCREDIBLE and I am REALLY happy with it!

So long Venice, and thanks for all the fish.

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Glastonbury Baby!!

It's the event I have been waiting for since October last year, it'll probably be the highlight of my summer, it's the most epic amount of fun, messiness and music that could ever be conceived in Somerset, it's the place where everyone is perpetually blissful. Most importantly it's the time I get to spend six days without washing and drink alcohol in the morning without condemnation and eat as much falafel, hog roast, chinese and bacon sarnies as I can without vomming....

......AND IT'S ONLY 2 WEEKS AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excited doesn't even begin to describe it.

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I am totally looking forward to the following acts, live recordings of them for your viewing pleasure below. I imagine I will dance like a maniac to Chemical brothers, sway and smile to Crystal Fighters, folk jig to Mumford and Songs and sob uncontrollably before, during and after Beyonce.

Anyway, enough of looking to the future. My head should be in the present. I only have 4 days of Venice left instead of 11. Through some unfortunate miscommunication between myself and the school, I only have accommodation and school until Friday instead of until next Friday, which is when I thought I was leaving. Typical me. Will I ever stop being a twat? It seems not. Who knows what happened but we've all come out with eggy red faces. And I can't stay on for that extra week now as my bedroom has already been reserved! So I've changed my flight and am heading home on the 10th June, ready for a summer of fun and antics. Excellent.

Just four days.....can you believe??! It's all gone by bloody quickly - and I have so much sight-seeing to do still. Better get the guidebook out, the camera in hand and the jaunts organised.

Get Stuffed...

I definitely could have thought of a better post title for a taxidermist artist. That is totes super lame.

Anyway. After a bit of gentle pestering, Polly Morgan agreed to let me help set up her Biennale exhibition 'Burials' because I was in Venice and wouldn't stop emailing her and she is very kind. It was literally the best day of my life. Most of my time was spent squeezed into perspex boxes, sweating like a gorilla and trying to remove dust particles from the inside corners, a particularly frustrating job as the dust came back in once I had prized myself out. But I have never been more content! My future profession will have to be cleaning dust particles from perspex boxes for taxidermist artists.

Some photos of the exhibition....

The lovely Polly

I went to the private view a few days later and, on a massively whimsical whim, I decided to buy something. It is called 'Still Birth' and I think it is beautiful. Photo of it is below. Only one of 10 made, how bloody exciting is that?!?! Pride of place in my bedroom when I get home.

Biennale Party Centraaaaalll!!!

So we've come to the end of the exhibits and pavilions opening week of the Biennale. Is there such a thing as having too much fun? I've had a whole week filled with non-stop parties, rahs, artists, bellinis, free food, expensive clothes, fabulous fashion, bellinis, secret finds, good times, face lifts, prosecco and bellinis. If only it never had to end. This is the life.

Here are my four favourite days of this week. Just be warned - lots of pictures in this post!

DAY 1  Opening of Anish Kapoor's exhibit 'Ascension' and the exhibits 'Real Venice' and 'Penelope's Labour' on Isola di San Giorgio Maggiore.
I made a complete prat of myself in front of Alastair Sooke, my future husband (when cloning becomes possible) as I got a bit too excited from the quantity of prosecco and mini cheese tarts I had consumed. I stumbled up to him, voice shaking, cheeks burning and told him gushingly that he is my idol. I even think the words "Thank you for talking to me Mr. Sooke" were said. No one marries a fan! Even if they are just a clone. Balls. However I redeemed myself with Grayson Perry and we chatted away about the brilliance of the English sense of humour. Once you get over the fact he dresses as a china doll, he is very very cool. I'm jealous of myself.

THE PEOPLE

           

Grayson Perry

           

Anish Kapoor

           

Alastair Sooke (mega cute!!)

THE ART

Anish Kapoor installation in San Giorgio Maggiore - giant indoor tornado! 

Very graphic Grayson Perry tapestry

Close up of tapestry. The devil is in tea and biscuits and saucy knickers apparently.

DAY 2   Opening of Palazzo Grassi exhibition 'The World Belongs to You'. Palazzo Grassi is owned by François Pinault, who also owns Gucci and Christie's Auction House, amongst many other things and whose son is married to Salma Hayek. Although I did not spot either of these people or any of the artists exhibiting, I was scuffling like a dirty commoner amongst them. This, in my opinion, is still excellent. I am again jealous of myself.

THE ART

This bit of art is ridiculous but amazing. It sprawls over the whole three floors of the palazzo, twining around the stairs, creeping across the floor like something from Jumanji crossed with Willy Wonka crossed with Early Learning Center. Fabbo.

'Contamination' by Joana Vasconcelos

DAY 3  Far too many proseccos and bellinis and strawberries and cherries at the opening of the American Pavillion at the Guggenheim and far too many face lifts, lip fillers and people dripping in money - the elite of New York's art scene and me, match made in heaven...Followed by more bellinis at Corner Pub with the Gugg Crew. Followed by private night-time tour of the bamboo tower structure next to the Guggenheim, treacherous and slippery climb to the top and incredible view of Canale Grande, bloody fantastic. Followed by gatecrashing Guggenheim interns' summer party and drinking even more prosecco and bellinis. No photos were taken this evening as I was far too inebriated. But I am still grinning like a cheshire cat with the memories!


DAY 4   Opening of Polly Morgan 'Burials' at Workshop Arte Contemporanae. Opening of Elena Hill's, ArtSway's and Arnolfini Gallery's exhibit 'To The River' by Sophy Ricket. Opening of Barry X Ball at Ca' Rezzonico.

THE ART

Seperate post about Polly Morgan to come as she is beyond the realms of cool. Sophy Rickett does video installations so no photos of that. But photos of Barry X Ball, which were beautiful sculptured heads in a stunning 17th century palazzo. Woop.

So all in all, I would have to conclude that there is definitely not such a thing as having too much fun. Where there's a bellini, there's a way.