See, this always happens. I need to get going, the car's half packed, and I keep coming back to my PC with ideas I need to get out of my head.
Did I mention I saw the Hopper exhibition at the Tate, before I went to France? There was a great piece in the coffee shop about Hopper's influence on contemporary cinema: stills from Blue Velvet next to his work.
I have an Automat postcard on my office wall. Of course I've never been stood up.
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