I'm laying down on the far left, in the white skirt.
Last Saturday we went to see The Weather Project at the Tate Modern. It's a very simple installation in the turbine room of the Tate, consisting of only half a light like a sun, mirrors, and fog; yet it's remarkably beautiful. Since its opening people have taken to laying on the floor and basking in the orange glow, seeking out and waving at themselves in the mirrors high above. Max and I laid down too, as it seemed the best way to experience it, and we stared up at the constellations of people dotting the ceiling. We could actually feel the heat from the sun and the experience was very relaxing and meditative. We laid there for about 30 minutes until we remembered we had to go meet a friend.
We met Crazy Uncle Joe at his hotel in The City and then we all went to The Porter House for a few beers. Joe is an online friend of Max's, but neither of us had met him before. He turned out to be very down to earth and friendly, with a witty sense of humor and an obvious love for life. We decided to get some food so we went to Soho, but every restaurant was absolutely packed and overflowing with people waiting for tables. We were turned down from about 3-4 before we came to Sri Thai and decided to give it a go. Amazingly we got in and we had a few drinks at the bar before being seated. Joe talked me into getting the Kaeng Phed Ped Yang (rich duck breast curry), saying it can never go wrong (he was right, it was delicious). He told us about an incredible Indian restaurant in Chelsea called Vama that had gone to the night before with his work colleagues, where he had lobster tandoori. I've got to go there.
There wasn't a moment of silence, we really clicked and chatted away until we suddenly realized that we might miss the last train back to Kingston. Time had passed so quickly that I only took one photo towards the end, which is unusual for me. We weren't sure if Joe would be able to navigate the maze of tube stations by memory to get back to his hotel, so we dropped him off at a minicab office. We said our goodbyes, hugged, and parted ways. It all seemed to be over so quickly. (Joe wrote about our meeting in this post on a forum called Redcricket, where he and Max originally met.)
I know what you mean. :) Even though I'm not religious something about it felt very religious to me. With all of the sprawling bodies and glowing light it almost seemed like someone's interpretation of the afterlife. Hieronymus Bosch came to mind.
I wish you were here too! Ah, to have teleporters.
Saw an article on that somewhere. Meant to read it, but lost it and wish now that I had read it now that I see your photos.
I would have loved to of been there. Why don't we have anything interesting like that in the middle portions of the U.S. :( Number 2 & 4 are my favorites. 4 looks like their waiting for something to happen...some sort of invasion perhaps.
I haven't read much about it myself. They were selling the artist's book in the ginormous Tate bookshop (god there soooo many awesome art and design books and magazines in there, I could spend a fortune), but I only leafed through it. I did read that the artist, Olafur Eliasson, is from Iceland. He originally wanted to freeze the interior of the Tate turbine room, but decided not to since the exhibit was during winter; he thought people wouldn't want to come in from the freezing cold to the freezing cold. I think the sun is perfect for winter, maybe they should do the same installation in Siberia.
I think it's a real shame that a lot of people in middle America don't have easy access to stuff like this..
#4 is my favorite of all the photos I took. It looks like an invasion/abduction to me too, or walking into the afterlife.
Awesome pictures. Y'know it's crazy but... I still haven't been to the Tate Modern. They opened it around about when we left London, and somehow it's always been just that little bit outside my usual Soho-East London orbit.
I've a feeling I've been to Vama... ah no, looking at the map, I haven't. But I have been to a couple of other very nice Indians in the Kensington/Chelsea area - Zaika, on the Fulham Road, was the place to be when it opened two or three years ago - spent rather a lot of money there (about £130 for two, although I think we had a very expensive bottle of wine) but had the most unique Indian meal I've ever eaten, including a gorgeous plate of mixed desserts (deep-fried pineapple, chocolate samosas and other goodies). There's another one nearly as good (and a little cheaper) on Brompton Road, about five minutes walk from South Kensington tube station - I think it's called Star of India or something.
This was my first visit to the Tate Modern and all we did was bask in the sun for 30 minutes, browse the immense bookshop, and left. I want to go back and play. :)
That's funny, when Joe told us about Vama he never mentioned it by name. Only that it was on King's Road in Chelsea, so I did a google search for Indian restaurants in Chelsea and found it. Before I found it I came across the website for Zaika, which I immediately sent to Max saying, "omg look at the menu!" I'd love to try out both restaurants (and Star of India, if that's what it's called).