Mr. M and I visited London and boy, was it eventful!

We visited the Hats Anthology at the V&A. If they don't know what to do wiht all those beaotiful extraordinary pieces by the end of the exhibition, I'll gladly volunteer for most of them (not the feathery of furry ones, though).

And then we saw Death and the King's Horseman by Wole Soyinka at the National Theatre and it was SO beautifully stefed and designed, and I mean SO SO beautiful, I kind of didn't start listening to what they were actually saying until 10 mins into the play. (pic. of the controversial "color-blind" casting. All actors were balck, and the ones playing the colonial officers had "white" make-up on).

Mr. M. and I went to play (and see?) this experimental piece. It takes place in the middle of a crowded cafe. You get a set of headphones, he gets one too. You have a series of props. An audio (different for the two of us) indicated what to say and do. It was a very weird feeling talking to him without knowing what he was going to reply (Or being told what to tell him, for that matter). Beautifully put together.