Legs

i found these odd mannequins in a street around the back of Oxford Street. I thought they were wearing jodhpurs and riding boots to start with, but no... in old fashioned tailoring circles, they are totally naked.

A day when nothing quite happened to plan, starting with my slow puncture deciding to commit and be a flat tyre.

I did make it into town eventually and went to the Photographer's Gallery at it's new site in Ramilles Street. The work was unsettling (which is fine), but what was more unsettling was that they had decided to put the same amount of tables, chairs books, artwork, people in what they thought was the same space. And it was patently a lot smaller. So there was a lot of jostling and pushing and not enough space to stand back and look at the work.