FEELING ROTTEN;....
London was a strange experience. By the time this small chapter is posted on my blog, weeks will have gone by and perhaps Brexit will have taken second importance in our conversations. Primarily my interest in going to London was of course to see Pierrette but also a retrospective of Paul Strand’s photography at the V&A. My mother was a close friend of the Strand’s and had also worked on a book with him, presented his exhibitions all over Europe. Strand was a much mentioned name in our household. Pierrette and I set off. It was one of those blockbusters and although there were not too many spectators, I really could not feel involved. This time at least I understood why I have never been « very attached » to his photography. A question that I had been asking myself for years. There will be no photos included in this chapter. Were people rushing off to vote? There didn’t seem to be any frenzy. Pierrette returned to her home town. I went off to the theatre but was back to the ho