Oh what a weekend it was! Full of culture. My favourite kind.
Saturday night was all about Twelfth Night at the Apollo Theatre with Mark Rylance as Olivia and Stephen Fry as Malvolio. Twelfth Night is one of my favourite comedies by Shakespare closely followed by Taming of The Shrew and I was gutted when I missed out on the tickets at The Globe so you can imagine my joy when the play transferred to the West End. It’s been quite the wait but it was worth it.
I don’t know about others in the audience but for me Mark Rylance stole all the limelight. His performance as Olivia was simply brilliant portraying her as spoilt and at first enjoying wallowing in her own misery only to turn into a lady with a real go-getter attitude putting on the innocent act once she meets Cesario. His exaggerated and so unlady like acting had everyone in stitches. He is the perfect Olivia.
Stephen Fry as self-righteous Malvolio was fabulous, especially once he has been set up, the very familiar Stephen Fry comes out to play. I’ve always admired his playfulness and a hint of mischief in QI and Malvolio in love is Stephen Fry at his best.
Finally, Liam Brennan deserves a mention for his Duke Orsino, so vain and so full of himself, more in love with the idea of love than love itself. What a way to bring Orsino to life. All in all, if you missed it, regret it!
SEDUCED BY ART
Next up was a visit to the National Gallery to explore Seduced by Art, a study of the relationship between paintings and photography. We all know that photography has been heavily inspired by paintings and in order to excel at the art of photography, one should study the light, angles, and colours, just like any other art student. It is a fascinating exhibition, really worth a visit even if to learn about how heavily the first photographers relied on paintings and simply used the camera to recreate what had been created before.
The two videos are worth a mention: the exploding flowers and recreating a painting. All I am going to say I wish I had the funds to keep myself entertained like that! Jealous.
The exhibition sparked off a lengthy discussion whether paintings or photos portray reality better, inspire more and allow our imagination to express itself at length after all both arts can alter the perspective of the world right in front of us.
WILLIAM KLEIN + DAIDO MORIYAMA
The final stop last weekend was Tate Modern. I will be honest, I was wary of yet another Tate Modern photography exhibition as I was disappointed by the last two. Oh how pleasantly surprised I was. Klein was more of my type of photographer than Moriyama, whom I found needlessly sexist and sexually provocative but maybe it was just the 60s. It is all in the name, isn’t it? The Japanese Provoke movement.
Klein’s view of New York and especially the large format wowed me. New York of the 1960s with all the social changes taking place must have been an overwhelming place to live and Klein’s merging of the fashion world with the street brought out interesting effects. Check it out for yourself at the Tate!