Alice the Angel
Alice was working on what looked like a very interesting art installation in the courtyard of the Royal Academy. If I was working that hard, on my knees, hoisting and pulling and pushing, I'd have my jeans and T shirt on.
Alice was dressed in the most beautiful coat, her hair was perfect, her make-up too. Nineteen thirties glamour, is the nearest I could get to placing her look.
I had just been turned down by an elegantly dressed man walking down Picadilly whom I'd asked for a photograph. I was feeling abject, it's what I fear most.
Alice was delightful, came away from her work and stood for me and was agreeable and kind and charming.
Alice, if you read this and you'd like me to put a link to anything to do with your installation at the Royal Academy, so that others can enjoy it too, please do let me know. I'd also love to see what the finished piece looked like. And if you'd like a copy of your photo, of course I'd be delighted to send you one.
And anyone wanting some serious brain food, the exhibition at the RA, America after the Fall is well worth a visit. It stays with you.