Draw a city on a sheet of paper, crumple it up and strech it out again. The creased city before you is Bilbao. It is small, flat, and surrounded by hills which strech and unfold their way around the beautiful neoclassic buildings and scycrapers of the new town, and act as a climbing frame for the snakeing streets of the Casco Viejo, the old town.
On thursday I fell in love with Bilbao.
Casco Viejo was oddly quiet, but nonetheless very beautiful and also quite punky.
I ate tortilla surrounded by woodland taxidermy.
And later climbed a very steep hill. Luckily, a wrong turn led me to a park which in turn steered me to a strange cement tower with an elevator to street level. I had to wait 5 minutes for the elevator to arrive, but when it did, it was a magical. A creaking box of a lift, with room for 4 people, including a man on a bar stool listening to Duran Duran. AMAZING.
Euskadi looks crazy cool.
Pretentious Portrait at the Anish Kapor exhibition in the Gugenheim. This mirrored room is possibly my favourite installation ever.
A tourist photographing me photographing him.
Jeff Koons may well be a pervert, but he is also an artistic genius. I love this 'Poopy' statue outside the Guggenheim and decided a tourist moment with the flowery fellow was entirely necessary.
'Gwao' is Argentinian Spanish for Woof. Fact.