Happy Sunday Suzan! Check out this installation – an artwork titled "Bouquet finale" by Michel Blazy. He's put giant foam-producing machines inside a 13th century monastery in Paris, which pump out huge bubbly clouds. It's like Ibiza foam party-meets-classical architecture, a clash of unexpected pairs: hard stone and soft foam, indoor "dry" space and outdoor wet substance.... with a dreamy, quite beautiful result. Let's go to Paris!

xx E

Hey Suzan! Okay, so this isn't the first post I've done about Bompas & Parr, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I think I'm kind of obsessed with those guys. Their latest project has me laughing with wonder, yet again: "the world's first chocolate-based climbing wall and largest scratch-and-sniff structure", which was set up at Alton Towers theme park, which I guess is somewhere in the UK. Apparently it's a 32-foot tall Rocky biscuit bar-shaped mountain, with a 4 tonne liquid chocolate waterfall that flows at a rate of 70,000 litres per hour. And yes, people were actually able to climb it! Also featured as part of the installation was a chocolate grotto and a scratch-and-sniff seating area.What I want to know is, were you allowed to nibble on the mountain while climbing? The project was a collaboration with food technologists, roller coaster designers, engineers, fashion designers, sound designers, and climbing instructors... imagine how fun that would be!  Unfortunately I'm a bit late with post actually, and the event only lasted over a few days in April – otherwise I'd be begging you to go check it out! But apparently next on their agenda is a crazy golf course with obstacles made out of cake, located on the roof of Selfridges. It opens later this month. You've got to go, Suzan! Find out more and get tickets here!

Suzan,

Speaking of old friends, now seems a good time to share an image from Terence's latest show, which I managed to catch at the Mary Boone gallery last week. The show is an installation and performance involving only a bare white room with a massive cone of coarse rock salt in the centre, and Terence – who circles the salt mountain on his knees - for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 5 weeks. Occasionally he has a lie-down. But that is essentially it. Carrying on his signature monochromatic aesthetic, it's an all-white ritual, which is both sort of calming and sort of unsettling to watch. It was tempting to go over and shout "Hey terence! Remember me from the old ECIAD days?".... but ah, no. The silence and the general gallery environment was way too overpowering. The attendant told me afterward that he has apparently taken a vow of silence for the entire duration of the show, so while it would have been perfectly ok to try to interact with him, he wouldn't have responded. That Terence! He never did anything half-way, even back in school, and I'm happy to see that he still doesn't. Was cool to see our old friend-turned-art-darling.... doing his thing.