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Friday, March 09, 2007
V&A
I went to see the Kylie exhibition yesterday at the V&A.
The showgirls section is amazing, and I would have loved to take some photos, but unfortunately it was NOT allowed.
So all I have is my memory of the most elaborate confections full of glitz and sparkle , and a photo of the wall outside the exhibition where visitors posted messages for her.
I guess they ran out of hearts at some point, but the plain old yellow post-its somehow make the whole thing.
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