I recently found this essay, written in 2012 - just before handing in my PhD because I didn’t have enough on my plate already - when I took a summer study course at Sotheby’s Institute of Art in London. For a fortnight, I was immersed - and fell in love with - the Capital’s contemporary art scene, and I moved there for three years a couple of months later. I thought it would be interesting to share the piece here, with typos and giddy proclamations and all, which I handed in as part of my final assignment:
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