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busy day in two parts
started at the big cat sanctuary
i havent been there since before covid wrecked so much
they're rescuing some ukraninan big cats
mainly privately owned and abandoned when the war started
wasn't planning to photograph but took a few SNAPS
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xixi
xixi is getting older: her eyes are getting cloudy and she didnt recognise me, unsurprisingly
such a beautiful amur leopard
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stimulation baby
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patient's ward
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hand fed some big cats some chicken
and excused myself
if i'd kept to my plan to be in ukraine, i could have still been out when the big cat sanctuary cats were being rescued from there and travelled back with them
my whole schedule is buggered this month.
i blame tiny-dick putin
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fuck putin
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moco museum
rendezvoused with maximum in battersea
assembled a futon
changed into somethings more glamorous, and went in the rain to the opening of the MOCO museum
met zandra Rhodes and Andrew Logan, Daniel Lismore and two of my KC agents who had kindly invited us
i THINK Marina Abramovic blew past in yellow, with security
here new show, displayed there was a little dry tbh
the rest of the crowd were apparently extremely wealthy, or dressed to imply this
which was probably good because it was all Damien Hirsts, Banksy, Warhol, Basquiat etc...
and weirdly robbie Williams
some pretty wild art: very instagrammable which seems de rigueur these days: if it doesnt work for selfies, it cant be art
interesting how Banksy's work does NOT stand up well in galleries next to other 'art'
it felt pretty dated.
maybe this is a reflection on how disposable things are and how we need new always?
been there done that, NEXT
or is it one dimensional and not something to be returned to an marvelled at in hundreds of years to come?
or
is it more about our attention spans these days?
this photo of me and Daniel by maximum
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a jake chapman
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a banksy, and son
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a robbie williams
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a nother robbie Williams
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a damian hirst
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takashi murakami
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more takashi murakami
skipped the after-party at Nobu
there were canapés from them there at the show
i asked a waiter what kind of sushi he was offering me
'fish', he said
'yes: what fish? i asked
'fish' he said again
'what kind of fish?', i asked again
'Sicily' he said
'that's a country, not a fish', i reasoned
'i dont know what type of fish' said the waiter
we stopped for an off-the-hook 'local' honest burger in Baker Street
it was strange to me to be around Marylebone in the night then
i hadn't been in that neighbourhood in the night, since i was in student living in high-rise halls, opposite madame tussauds, 33 years before that moment
was a fun evening and good to hang out with maximum
RTF late for overdue sleeps