London's biggest secret at the moment is Sadlers Wells' installation at the back of Kings Cross, where one can sit on wasteland with wireless headphones to watch Requardt & Rosenberg's magnificent installation Electric Hotel.
I went back the next night to photograph it, and was amused by the rubberneckers driving past on Goods Way, slowing down in confusion, unable to see the audience or hear the score, but witnessing what appears to be a real hotel, only with UNUSUAL BEHAVIOUR going on in it.
One such vehicle, full of working class men, paused before one of them bellowed: " That's some weird fucking shit!" before burning rubber as they sped away to avoid contamination.
I took that as an indicator of the event's validity.
Great fun, great art, and now on tour.
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