The Sophie Calle exhibition at the Hasselblad foundation was wonderful, I went alone and lost half a day there, although not really a loss. It was light when I entered and still without a watch I knew I must have stayed for ages when I left and it was almost pitch black outside.
I don't really know how to talk about it much other than to say it was really really amazing. It was intimate and tragic and painful yet so so beautiful at the same time.
Since I apparently lack the words you can read this and perhaps many other nice pieces on the internet about Calle too.
The catalogue like a lot of things here was more expensive than I can afford so I'll save my pennies and perhaps Amazon can help me when I get home and start working again.
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