Brought her down to The Substation where renowned, NY-based, S'porean photographer John Clang is having his 2nd solo exhibition of personal photographic works. Aptly titled "Clang: A White Book", it featured a 2-inch thick portfolio of his photos ringed in a white journal, placed in the middle of a white gallery, on a white desk. I think my cousin connected with it more than I did. Somehow, the overwhelmingly blue-grey hues and blurred-out faces didn't quite strike a chord.
Next, we adjourned to the Gallery Theatre @ National Museum to attend "Night Cries: Indigneous Films from Australia & New Zealand". It was a series of acclaimed films that celebrated Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people. Nice! If this is your type of thing, there are 2 more nights to go. And one great news, it's free. You'd also be glad to check out the beautiful, refurnished museum while there. =)
National Museum
Wanted to cap off the night by bringing cousin to Timbre (cool alfresco bistro + bar with live music by homegrown bands) which is just across the road. But the friday nite queue was horrendous. Too tired & thirsty to wait, we settled for Starbucks instead. Terrible terrible substitute, I know. But it's late and I've got a cousin to mummy after.. Ah well, next time then.
The long queue outside Timbre
Am glad we went. It's always nice to seek some arty solace away from the maddening crowd in a practical world. Hv a gd weekend.
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