yay/boo
As I sit here eating my batch cooked bolognese, or shovelling down yet another exciting dish of baked beans on toast, I have been comforting myself with the thought that, come Frieze week, I'd be living it up on champagne and oysters. Remember my schedule? I was planning on being drunk by 11am every day for a week.
Now I get a call from a curator from the Serpentine. Can I work on their annual all-night pavilion event? Sure! I need the money. I had bumped into the curator at Tate Britain the other night and she had mentioned needing someone, but I assumed she just wanted a dogsbody to shove the artists on stage or something on the day. So I wasn't going to take it as it's my cousin Jacqueline's wedding that day. But now it turns out to be ten days of solid organising/production, which will put me in contact with some great artists and give me good links to the Serpentine. It shouldn't be too badly paid and I can't turn that down at the moment, so I'll have to send my apologies to Jacqueline.
So that was fine until I realised with a howl of regret that THAT IS FRIEZE WEEK. Yes. The one week of the year i am actually employed in a formal sense will be the same and only and last chance I had to be a complete utter pretentious wanker. I was going to do this with Anna C, geshmally , and cousin James. Foiled! Sorry Alison. Looks like I won't get anywhere near the brunches we were going to.
Now I get a call from a curator from the Serpentine. Can I work on their annual all-night pavilion event? Sure! I need the money. I had bumped into the curator at Tate Britain the other night and she had mentioned needing someone, but I assumed she just wanted a dogsbody to shove the artists on stage or something on the day. So I wasn't going to take it as it's my cousin Jacqueline's wedding that day. But now it turns out to be ten days of solid organising/production, which will put me in contact with some great artists and give me good links to the Serpentine. It shouldn't be too badly paid and I can't turn that down at the moment, so I'll have to send my apologies to Jacqueline.
So that was fine until I realised with a howl of regret that THAT IS FRIEZE WEEK. Yes. The one week of the year i am actually employed in a formal sense will be the same and only and last chance I had to be a complete utter pretentious wanker. I was going to do this with Anna C, geshmally , and cousin James. Foiled! Sorry Alison. Looks like I won't get anywhere near the brunches we were going to.