Day 0211

London with girls I have known for a lifetime. Portrait awards exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. Can spot the artists trained at ateliers. Not necessarily a good thing: they unthinkingly follow the same style, though everything else follows equally unthinking but less technically demanding styles too.

Super cars parking obnoxiously, showing wealth. Such disparities in London. Always reminds me how incomprehensibly far down the scale I am, no matter how well I do relative to the bubble of friends I hang out with. Same with art galleries: there's always someone better, if not at the exhibition then next door in the National Gallery.