Shots from the opening night (can't you tell?). But where are the people? I avoided getting them in the shots. People just get in the way of art, don't they? These were taken at the end, when most folk had left. We were waited on by men in waistcoats carrying champagne bottles. Sothrans is hardcore old-school, established in London since 1815...I loved it, even though it's pricing of books was well out of my range. Instead, I just fondled first eds of Ballard. The exhibition is on until January. Highly recommended.
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