It's odd to think Victor and I have been living in London a little over a year now. In some ways it seems so much longer and in others it seems like it's been no time at all. Our lives are completely different now compared to last year. If all goes well, we're actually going to co-own a gallery soon. We've already put in an offer on it, but we've ( Read more... )

I wrote that last entry because I figured it was about time I used this journal properly and actually made one of my entries public. I've been incredibly rubbish at that lately, and good things that are happening really ought to get as much mention as this bloody back and forth indecision about my career ( Read more... )

June came over last night and we had a lovely time. I'd only briefly met her before at Jones' birthday, so it was quite nice to see her again and actually get some time to talk to her. It turns out we have quite similar taste in music and she told me a few bands to check out ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely sure what to say about last Friday, even in a private entry. I considered leaving it public and writing the entire thing in French just to watch Victor puzzle over it, but I can't bring myself to be that passive aggressive ( Read more... )

He didn't propose, and I'm incredibly relieved. Marriage is an outdated institution, and no one really needs a piece of paper validating their love for each other. Besides, we have a lot to work on in our relationship still. We bicker far too much over trivial things, and he's not even met all of my family. Beyond one of his younger brothers, I've ( Read more... )

I think Victor is going to propose. I know he's been keeping a secret from me for weeks, and now he says he has something he needs to ask me. What if he bought a ring and now he's working up the courage to ask me to marry him ( Read more... )

I survived my first business trip. It wasn't really an experience I'd like to repeat, but I think I did a fair job at making the best of it. Florence is a lovely city and had I just gone there on holiday, I think I would've had quite a nice time. Unfortunately, the bloke I went to see was appallingly rude ( Read more... )

I attended another Christie's auction on the 9th. There's something incredibly sobering about knowing you're going to spend your morning bidding on an overpriced John Russell pastel while other people have got brooms and bin bags to help clean up from the riots. Though I was born in London, I didn't grow up here and even now I don't quite consider ( Read more... )

I’ve just finished my second week of work and I still quite like it. Having less autonomy with own schedule is taking a bit of getting used to, but I feel much more accomplished by the end of the day than the days Victor and I wouldn’t even get out of the flat until half eleven and spend all afternoon just mucking about in the studio. Having less ( Read more... )

The auction went well. It was actually quite a bit of fun. I met a lot of my father's colleagues and a couple of blokes from the British Art Market Federation. A few of us went for drinks after; it wound up being quite a pleasant evening, despite my initial reservations about it ( Read more... )