What a bijou little building it is, hidden away behind some hideous grey shiny lumpenbuildings on all four sides of it, towering and threatening to ordinaryise its sparkle! Once inside the chapel's rather unassuming red brick carapace, you're greeted by ornate and very beautiful tiling through out the whole interior, in colours so subtle that you're drawn into the designs rather than overwhelmed by them.
Putting on this tiny exhibition of Leigh Bowery's costumes at this location is a stroke of genius. There's not a lot here, but that's almost better: there is space around them to see them in their full splendour, and there is also a mini-documentary with former associates talking about him that you can sit and watch on folding wooden chairs. There were some gorgeous creatures there, too.
It was a perfect January snack of a visit: short, sweet and fulfilling!
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At the time, I didn't really understand Leigh Bowery. Middle Class upbringing I guess. Now I find myself wanting to wear this sort of stuff. I always liked the spotted jacket
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