What I Did On My Hols

I walk back through the door and straight into my big, padded body-warmer. It's cold up here.

London enjoys its own artificial micro-climate. The trees in Regents Park are still shimmering with autumn colours. Elsewhere it's winter.

We saw three exhibitions in London.

Eyes, Lies and Illusions at the Hayward Gallery. Optical art, peepshows, magic lanterns etc. Essentially a prehistory of the movies.

Christopher Dresser at the V & A. Dresser was a late-Victorian designer notable for championing form over decoration and for his committment to mass production. His square teapots and minimalist toast racks are about forty years ahead of their time. And some of his ceramics reminded me of Picasso's.

Encounters at the V&A. The meeting of Asia and Europe 1500-1800. The very beginnings of globalization. Did you know that an 18th century Chinese Emperor employed an Italian Jesuit as one of his court painters? No, Neither did I.