renaissance man

It was my husband, Mr. Dot, who spotted Paul first. In the fabulous new Medieval and Renaissance wing at the Victoria & Albert Museum. 'Get that guy, Jill!' I was looking at his friend, who was also quite stylish (you get to see his photo soon, girls, I promise). 'The one in the dress.'

'What dress?' 'There! That guy. In the dress.' (Meanwhile, we're like three feet away from them, pointing and gesticulating and arguing, loudly. I got shy (well, mortified, actually) so Mr. Dot marched over and asked if his wife could shoot them. Then the light was too dark & I dragged them to the stairwell.

Paul went first. He had to stay very still as I did shot after shot, each one identical to the previous one. It was like posing for a daguerreotype. He was appearing more ghost like and ethereal with each shot. Actually, I think he might have been on the verge of fainting. It was kind of warm in the V&A.

Both guys work as apprentices to the American artist Christian Marclay, on a three year project for White Cube. I mean, how much cooler can you get. And Paul's 'dress' is by Rick Owens. Afterwards, Mr. Dot kept remarking how gracious and polite they were. I agree. When I asked Paul how to describe him, he thought for a moment and said 'Artist. And musician.'

Basically, a Renaissance Man.