This is on at the National Portrait Gallery. It is one of the worst exhibitions I have ever been to. Like being trapped in a giant TV week - condescending and kinda embarrassing. The only positive I can think of to say, is that the exhibition leads into the National Photographic Portrait Prize, which by comparison seems genius. Go see it if you really, really, really like Hamish Blake.
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