THE CULT OF BEAUTY

I keep looking at simple things, unwanted or not visible to everyone on a busy Saturday morning. I keep doing this convinced that it will help me to keep my mind open and not brainwashed by something which I am not aware of. My footprint in the wet changing room, grey walls, mat beiges and soft light blues. The cover of a car against a grey sky.

​THE WELLCOME collection: We went ton Euston Road to see the exhibition “The Cult of Beauty”.

That place is still one of my favorites.  Especially, the Reading Room on the first floor with its staircase covered with gigantic pillows to relax ON. It is one of the best treats you can give to yourself when you are in the neck of that wood.

THE Wellcome Collection: 138 Euston Road, London, NW1 2BE.

THe reading room

The subject of beauty made the exhibition very popular. Being attractive is very important to many people. Once you feel that appreciation you become addicted to it and at the same time lose yourself trying to find it through something else. The artists showed how lucrative and dangerous Beauty can be.

​I left thinking that the obsession with beauty is one of the strongest addictions this society has created. An obsession, now using an apparently more inclusive image, that can never be satisfied.

Is inclusivity the new way to sell you the impossible?

Late afternoon I went to see a friend who showed me an artist, a powerful musician Ren and his song “ Hi Ren”.

His music makes you think. The video too. It feels connected with the Beauty exhibition. HE’s a modern storyteller.

Mark and I completed our day with a musical. We went to The Westend to see “Old Friends”. A great homage to Stephen Sondheim's best pieces: Beauty on steroids. Starry skies, diamante, black velvet embroidered with crystals, Champagne, whisky, and vodka martinis. The American dream showing all its illusions,but It also REVEALS its dark side which inevitably requires a sense of humour.

Our body is a temple not a TV show. You can keep the remove control.