|I wont comment on the phallic ivory|
It also makes me ridiculously happy to know that I managed to get several unflattering pictures of the presenters. HILARIOUS. It’s a serious post-modern juxtaposition – being so goddamn knowledgeable and then looking like a tit in photos. SNAP.
The television show is an institution – something to rely on in an ever changing world. I may joke, but in all seriousness I really really love the show. If you did beneath the surface, the slightly intimidatingly English people are actually doing a public service by reminding us that it’s ok, nay desirable to be interested in things. We all need to stop being fixated on being interesting, and start cultivating interests into something other than ourselves. Or is it just me that reads it that way? I am all for the modern world, and I love that I live right now – but the Roadshow reminds us of a couple of core values from the generations before that are still so relevant: appreciation for craftsmanship; enthusiasm for beauty; and that objects can be truly and powerfully emotive.
I almost needed to weep a little as we walked away…