Friday, October 19, 2001

What's it all about, Damien? Ian and I went to the opening of a Damien Hirst exhibition last night. And what a load of pants it was, too. Lazy, dull, uninspired. And - of course - hugely overpriced. Most of the work was on the level of a vaguely witty newspaper ad - it holds your attention for all of two seconds before you turn the page and forget it forever. The Last Supper [price on application] is a series of 13 silkscreened panels, each of which looks like the packaging for pharmaceuticals. In pastel shades of hospital green and cream, they look just like medicine boxes. But here's the joke: each 'medicine' is revealed to be a foodstuff: "Beans and chips," says one; "Cornedbeef," says another. "Arse," says I.

Still, we did have a couple of the lovely - free - blackberry cocktails. Cheers, Damien.

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