I thought I’d run over to the V&A, the museum for the decorative arts, though it is actually a bit more of a grab bag than that. I am looking everywhere for ideas for the house and that seemed like an obvious source. I wandered into the exhibition of photographs by Horst and stumbled out, dazed, about three hours later.
What wonderful work he did. I learned a lot about dramatic lighting. I was reminded that I care nothing about fashion, though I love the guy’s photographs. I was relieved to see that his travel photos were only average. His photos of interiors reminded me not to overdo it; the one place with white walls was a huge relief. So in an odd way, I think I found quite a bit of inspiration.
What else, what else? At Covent Garden I saw Placido Domingo in a Verdi opera, I Due Foscari, a tragedy that put my little headaches into perspective. Basically the central character loses three of his sons to the plague only to lose the fourth to political chicanery. The music was beautiful and the cast superb but I don’t see rushing out to catch it again.
So I am no closer to resolving anything but I feel more balanced and there are now a lot more ideas in the hopper. That in itself is good.