The Madam and I are off to see the much-vaunted Schiaparelli: Fashion Becomes Art exhibition at the V&A this afternoon!
I fully expect to return wearing a lobster, a hat in the shape of a shoe, or "a thing that isn't a thing"...
STOP PRESS:
Before I left this morning, I was trying to find a particular verse from which that final line came, to no avail - not only is that new "A.I. Google" really annoying, it's also a crock of shit that doesn't actually find anything you're looking for.
I located it in a book (remember them?!) called Camp: The Lie That Tells The Truth:
On the pale yellow sands
There's a pair of clasped hands
And and
eye-ball entangled in string,
And a piece of raw meat
And a
bicycle seat
And a thing that isn't a thing.
-
William Plomer
- "A recipe for a Surrealist picture"
