Went along to the opening of Surfer's
new gallery in Bury Street last night. After a decade of seasonal shows and
by appointment sales he finally has his own
shack in London's fine art ghetto. Downed several of the Blue Lagoon cocktails which contained a bit of
cure-a-cow, the server advised me. This time last year Surfer had a
very good write-up in the FT, which summed up the nature of his niche pretty well.
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Or even a rusty nail.
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