Goofed again, yesterday, by going to the ICA. The bloody exhibits were shut. I proceeded to lay out 2.50 for a portrait show at the Mall Galleries next door. It consisted largely of very compentent but dull paintings of prosperously smug-looking white men in suits (or blazers-). There were a few items that were a bit more engaging, largely in the little downstairs area, but on the whole, meh.

