Did I have a wondrous weekend? Yes, I did.

Snuggled up with X, Jeffrey Dahmer (well, sort of), John Lydon (in literary form) and a date at Fotografiska where we tried their newly relaunched restaurant...oh, just too good to be true. Loads of calmness, including films. I'm blessed.

The exhibitions of photographic works by Joyce Tenneson and Anders Petersen were fantastic and realistic (yes, those worlds can intertwine); I dig Petersen's more but something must be said for Tenneson's incredible touch where the photographic meets the spiritual and ethereal; her presentation simply overcomes the doubts I had, which were simply based on every photograph I've ever seen where the word "spiritual" has proved to be a precursor to Bad photography. I adored her shots of old people, and a couple of those in gold simply shone warmth into me. Her "film", i.e. projections of shots while some "atmospheric" music was playing was a great thing, experienced just before heading off to dinner.

Below are a few pics from the culinary wonders that we had; I can't write how it felt sitting opposite to X, laughing, touching, loving. I won't, either, ha!