As if the original wasn’t mesmerisingly trippy enough. Saw this at an art do in Durham tonight; you had to peek at it through a spyhole drilled in a little door. Perfect. I could have watched it all night. Well, better that than seven black and white photos of various branches of Greggs, or a bunch of charcoal-rendered vaginas.

We’re all mad here, said the Hatter.

ps on an art gallery tip, I might have some quite exciting exhibition-related news to share soon. Well, it’s exciting to me anyway. Oooh, mysterioso.