The city got a full day of me and the flat gets whatever's left. Tonight that means hot water, closed doors, and answering to absolutely no one. Unless you'd like to change that?
The city got a full day of me and the flat gets whatever's left. Tonight that means hot water, closed doors, and answering to absolutely no one. Unless you'd like to change that?
A forged Mozart concerto gets its own exhibition at the State Hall today and I've already cleared an hour for it. Nerve like that deserves an audience. Tell me you'd know the difference?
Half the galleries in this city are answering the same question this month, so I went to hear it in person. The boardroom blouse didn't make it past the first room — the theme works fast on me. Which one do I ruin next?
Last day of the autumn fair under the glass and I've done more tasting than browsing. The waffles won, they always do. Come find me before they close the doors?
Fifty galleries in one afternoon and I've stopped counting buildings. The coat keeps slipping and I've quit pretending to mind — which one do I see next?
Picasso and Bacon open at the Albertina tonight, and Bacon never lets anyone off easy — exactly my kind of painter. I've already decided what I'm wearing. Tell me you'd last the whole opening without staring.
Board papers read, first coffee poured, and the day already bending my way. Kunsthalle keeps its doors open late tonight and I intend to be the last one they lock in. Tell me what you'd whisper to me in an empty gallery?
The office got nothing else out of me today, so I went to the Albertina before their collecting show comes down in five days. Artist books behind glass and a woman in no hurry at all. Tell me which page you'd turn first?
A table with my name on it across town and I'm still standing here arguing with my wardrobe. The dress lost so far — talk me into putting it on?
The matinee gave me Haydn on a hammer piano and I came home needing to touch the keys myself. The concert dress hasn't noticed the concert ended. Come turn my pages?