Sunday 13th May 2012

To Tate Britain Private View for Commercial Sponsors of Picasso exhibition, although I’m not that thing. Nor was anyone else  by the looks. Arranged by Peter Acharya who left the next day to fight for possession of land in Trinidad. He was planning Court outfits.

Peter said there would be a higher grade PV and Summer Party later on at which Stephen Heston’s PA more likely to appear.

I can’t take Picasso, I’m afraid. Except for the blue period, which is so grave and monumental. ‘Boy Leading a Horse’ is one of the greatest paintings of all time (although, is it Blue Period? Now I look seems more sand-coloured). Otherwise Picasso ugly, nasty trivial colours. awful black outlines. That one of  lady as a series of spheres (in this exhib) looks like mail-order blow-up lady, horrid brown and pale blue with harsh red slab. What is the point?

Guernica all right though.

Over dinner Peter told me he had once flown to Madrid with a Gay who said certain shoe only to be bought there.  Taxi-ed miles to remote shopping centre. Peter realised the shoe in fact widely available but said nothing. So wise. Best not to shatter the radiant Gay illusion with dreary fact.

Remember Blanche Dubois? Streetcar Named Desire. ‘I don’t tell the truth.’ She knew what she was doing.

Now – the Photo Multi’s Birthday this year was held on a farm. I couldn’t have loved it more. An urban farm, hard by their penthouse! Who’d have thought it? Quite smelly and scruffy. Cobbled together wooden pens with vegetables growing. Don’t know where the animals were. Appearance low priority. But terrace for champagne beside our National River. The dinner in a wooden hut absolutely excellent and service very efficient. Pig (presumably farm’s own pig). The Multis self-wined at a very high level.

My dinner neighbour said her sons, 26 and 31, had been living at home until recently. Now in a parent-bought flat, bickering wonderfully and phoning home with girl-friend problems. I wonder. Maybe the ideal of independence for the young adult now out-moded. The new generation bask in the wealth of their parents and make  strictly noncommercial music videos. Good news for kitchen-loving Poor Little Rich Gays – that is, older glittering Gays who favour and can afford a younger treasured boyfriend/partner (?).

I’ve always taken a dim view, as you know, of the kitchen scenario. Perhaps time to re-think.

Merton Silverwater's Feather Trim for the Photo Multi's Farm Birthday Party: She Attends Trunk Sales at Designer Stores to Avoid Waiting Lists: Only Major Spenders Invited to Trunk Sales, Of Course

The Photo Multi's Farm Birthday: Simplicity

The Photo Multi's Farm Dinner: Farm Pig Main