Flat F, an apartment with cats and plants and lamps and too much stuff, opens its doors. Amidst the clutter, the art.
An exhibition staged amongst the accoutrements of home life, the coziness and chaos of a modern London flat. Everything is left as it is, the art made to fit amongst... other stuff - objects brought together as a consequence of the inhabitants’ needs and impulsive accumulation.
Setting in motion Edgar Allan Poe's humorous theory of interior design and biting critique of bourgeois taste from his short essay 'The Philosophy of Furniture', "A well-furnished room" plays out as a decorative dramaturgy in which manners of taste transpire as a consequence of a meeting between a living-room and a number of things: works on paper, an animation, sculptures, a wallpaper and err... a table top. Come down. And please feel at home.
'What does it mean, to live in a room? Is it when you've put your three pairs of socks to soak in a pink plastic bowl? Is it when you've drawing-pinned to the wall an old postcard showing Carpaccio's 'Dream of St Ursula'? Is it when you've experienced there the throes of anticipation, or the exaltations of passion, or the torments of a toothache? Is it when you've hung suitable curtains up on the windows, and put up the wallpaper, and sanded the parquet flooring?'
Georges Perec, Species of Spaces