.tate and gates.

.last week I had the opportunity to be part of a project that was being shot after hours inside the Tate Modern. I'm sort of a fanboy for this place, though, I wish they'd get rid of the Dali work. I can't really post what I would really like to say on the subject or the corpse.... but if anyone else feels the same way, check out this paper by Orwell. Anyways, after the shoot, I went off to collect some gear to only discover that the whole crew had left me behind. So there I was, inside turbine hall all by myself. This was one of those quiet happy moments that don't really come by too often. This whole thing turned me on because I would come to this place when I first came to London years ago and was broke as hell. Back then the Tate also introduced me to people like Hans Bellmer, which even today I still really, really enjoy. 

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.After a few moments of listening to the motors and taking some empty photos, I called a crew member to get me out of there.

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.Though, I should have stayed and key'd my initials into some crappy 'alter modern' work. I wonder how many pairs of clothes the emperor really has? Boring.

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