In the Rubell Collection’s backyard, there was a trough — and I mean a trough — of hardboiled eggs served for breakfast during the gallery’s opening. Not only was the smell, um, intense, I imagine that it had the negative effect of turning those art industry types into bigger gasbags than usual.
People were actually eating them — using latex gloves.
One person, however, was not enthused by the grub on offer.
There was also a tin of bacon (of dubious provenance) surrounded by a sea of latex gloves. And the Baselistas were digging in!
Not that sinister, but I’ll include it anyway: croissants.
Posted by C-Monster.