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Yesterday I went to the V&A to see this exhibition and it was appalling. Instead of the platforms that they typically use to exhibit large objects like clothes, they were using crates. Vegetable crates. The first section focused on immigrants coming in to Britain, which might have been fine with the crates if it had been limited to that. Hell, if it had been an exhibition about style influences from various different places around the world than the crates would probably have been okay. Unfortunately it was so poorly put together that it just felt like some idiot was trying to make everything 'edgy' and 'now' without any nod to reality. The crates were patronising, more a you don't belong here thing than anything else. The exhibition seemed to have no order to it, it was vaguely chronological at first but then it gave up on that halfway through. Nothing political was explained, it was as if someone just found some words in a book and wrote them out without understanding what the meaning of the words were.
I wanted to see an exhibition about Black British Style, not an exhibition of clothes that a person who is black once wore. It was pathetic, there were one hundred and twenty thousand million things they could have said about the objects in that room and it felt like they couldn't decide what to say so they said nothing. Don't go and see it. |
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