I love love love that feeling when you’re all alone in a small, unknown art gallery. You walk slowly and deliberately because every step you take makes this small sound which echoes throughout the whole place almost like the crash of the ocean waves. Each piece you look at is inspiring in some way, even if you don’t like it, or don’t understand it, because it feels like the whole gallery is like one big work of art that you’re walking through. In a way, the near-silence is intimidating, but in another way it’s so peaceful, so comforting. It’s such a breath-taking experience, walking through an art gallery alone.
Guys in suits are automatically just that bit better looking.