I wouldn't have gone to the Alexander McQueen exhibition unless my friend, Paul Browning, had bought tickets for us.
For starters, I'm not a fashionista. I don't spend much time or money on clothing, and I know very little about the fashion industry. So, given a choice, I would have chosen an exhibition of paintings or sculpture. If I want to see clothes, I'll go to Bluewater.
Also, even if I had chosen the McQueen exhibition, I wouldn't have bought a ticket in advance; I would have rocked up at the door expecting to buy one, and then been frustrated to discover the show was sold out. It's art, for goodness' sake, not a West End show!
But that's the thing; Savage Beauty is a show.
When I was young I called myself an art student, not an artist. 'Student' implied I was a beginner, a trainee, a wannabe. Nobody expected my art to be any good. Least of all me.
There was a lot of potential in my art. But, like so many creative young people, I turned away from it. Based on the advice I was given and the society I lived in, I assumed that good grades in a traditional academic subject would lead to a good job and a happy and successful life.
Statistically, that's probably true. But it depends on your definition of happiness and success.