I am fascinated by public expression. The human-built environment of a city like London casts buildings' history like shadows from concrete trees. Some become Monuments and are 'worshiped' at. Buckingham Palace, condensed to miniature on home-video. The awkwardly plastic and temporary statement of the (controversial) St George's Cross, in the old docking district. An 'offertory' performance of a gilded age in front of Kensington Palace, the only acceptable backdrop. A kitchen worker or chef breaking in the gaze of the museums commissioned by Prince Albert. Surely working in one of the eateries and restaurants which have grown like fungi around Exhibition Row.