








An exhibition I saw the other week was the work of Hussein Chalayan, his exhibition was somewhat very different to others I have been to, but in a good way. Chalayan has always been interested in presenting his work in a way where you single out moments where you might see as part of a catwalk but in the form of an exhibition where you can digest the work and think about the ideas behind it.
He exemplifies a particular way of thinking where his work crosses disciplines. He collaborates with scientists, engineers and biologists and manages to humanise technological tricks.
The B-side exhibition combines two different projects. The Anaesthetics video is based on 11 chapters about institutions and the violence behind institutions. The film itself is very disjointed, but themes that link within each scene. He remakes the props from the film into framed boxes where the audience can view them in more detail.
Inertia was a previous project Chalayan did, involving dresses frozen in movement. The exhibition it is a continuation of this, demonstrating a crash scene in mould making. They show negatives as well, the origins of where the dresses came from.







Berlin. The best city in the world. Run down and chaotic but yet it worked. I went to an amazing exhibition with Emily 'Temporare Kunstalle' - dozens of rooms, you had to duck and climb through the space. I know when it's good because I get this excitement in my stomach.
Deutsche and Guggenheim - moving politics 'cinemas from India'. Projections of film and art.
Dancing with a kiwi guy. Creepy Canadians.
One day I went to Lidl. Master Crumbler and cheep vodka.
Melt. Melt. Melt. Chromeo made my heart leep. Elliot projectile vomited on my entire body.
Swimming across the lake with my best friend - I have never been in a position where I thought I might die. It was a stupid idea, and I blame Elliot for letting two drunk excited girls anywhere near water. It took an hour and a half and we argued, we cried and spat water in each other’s faces but we did it.
Screaming at people to scare them and holding random people’s hands with Harriet.
Met a boy called Bjorn and he made me smile when I was lost.
Digging my feet into the sand whilst dancing to Four tet.
Getting naked to Kele and carrying people on my shoulders.
Hand in hand with Jess running to the front of the stage getting sweaty, dancing our pants off, then getting her crowd surfed.
Amzing Kebabs.
20 people, alot of love, dancing together on the last night to crookers, massive attack. We Cried
Best time of my life.