So tonight my wife and I went to a couple of holiday parties, including one for Pentagram, who are, of course one of the most famous design firms in the world. The party, quite frankly was REALLY hard to get into. Now I don't mean the guest list was difficult, our friend put us on.. I don't mean the bouncer was mean, she, (or they) were quite lovely in their black skirts and hip brightly colored footwear.
I mean, literrally, it was hard to get in. You walked through a gallery (an amazing one with some lovely art i was rushed past) outside though an amazing, if treacherous in the freezing rain - back garden patio with a large pond (think small lake) with silver-ball-sculpture and up what has to be the narrowest four flight staircase to a landing where we divested of coats and then up again to the top to a lovely space. We grabbed a drink and some wonderful, if scarce o'rdearves and stood and listened to Paul Smith (yes that one) give a speach about the importance of design and how wonderful Pentagram was. Or it's possible he was talking about the menu for the evening, frankly we couldn't hear him but it was great to see him.
Ran into some friends, including some collegues from The Green Thing with whom we agreed to arrange a benefit screening of Who Killed the Electric Car? for Jan-Feb (stay tuned). then ate, chatted and wandered aimlessly, before escaping for an amazing burger at our local Gastro Pub.
A FINE evening in London, if I do say.
Originally posted on rxdxt.vox.com
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