- a weekend event run in a trendy East-side location by continental young men in fashionable trousers and cardigans.
The proposal for the weekend was incoherent and the attendance fee extremely inexpensive, leading me to think two things about it:
i) it would be bad
ii) I should at least go look-see
The event location was an hour's walk from where I'm staying via a section of London's canal system that I was previously unaware of - that in itself was worth the entrance fee.
The event turned out to be a brilliant combination of imagineering about future materials, revelations about the exotic-ness of everyday things and hearing some truly impressive people discussing their research into the subject of futuricity, materiality and weirdness.
moral of this story: I am taught several lessons in a very short amount of time and realising, yet again, how I never learn lessons that I should've previously learned about making assumptions etc.
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