Wanna see my crack?
Well, it's not my crack, technically speaking. But it's a crack. The crack, to be precise. A modern art installation at the Tate Modern which I was quietly giggling about for the last couple of month because I thought it was more of a piss-take than actual art. Plus people apparently keep falling in. But Chris and I were walking along the South Bank yesterday and decided to have a look for ourselves... and you know what?
The crack.
Small crack.
Big crack.
Deep crack.
Split crack.
Crack island.
Close-up crack.
And outside, we did some eerie night shots between the birch trees.
Speaking of eerie, after that we went to see 'The Woman in Black' at the Fortune Theatre. That's already the second time I went to see it, but I still think it's bloody marvelous! Everyone who can, go get tickets at the tkts (under £10!) and go see it. You will be frightened. I promise you.
My mood is slowly improving. I bought a calendar today. The new year can begin.
~Ana
PS: My mood theme appears to be broken. D: *too lazy to re-upload it all*
The crack.
Small crack.
Big crack.
Deep crack.
Split crack.
Crack island.
Close-up crack.
And outside, we did some eerie night shots between the birch trees.
Speaking of eerie, after that we went to see 'The Woman in Black' at the Fortune Theatre. That's already the second time I went to see it, but I still think it's bloody marvelous! Everyone who can, go get tickets at the tkts (under £10!) and go see it. You will be frightened. I promise you.
My mood is slowly improving. I bought a calendar today. The new year can begin.
~Ana
PS: My mood theme appears to be broken. D: *too lazy to re-upload it all*