Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Love me... not.

Strange that I should choose such a topic to open this blog but all endings lead to new beginnings and I’d like to think that there is an ending out there (one I haven’t yet thought of), that has led to the beginning of this blog.

The Museum of Broken Relationships. A depressing title given to a temporary exhibition that has been brought to us from Zagreb, Croatia to the streets of the seven dials in London. Each exhibit within comprises of an object donated by members of the public, accompanied with a short description retelling a past love that is no more. Some stories run with strong emotion still seethingly apparent, others are comedic and reflective.

White Dress Shoes

There is a sense of familiarity between stories from different people in different countries. There is a sad story of a woman had been lied to by a man who had appeared to be the love of her life but in truth had another family. Another man had fallen for a nurse, but had decided that his donated prosthetic limb was studier than their love.

One of the more "creepy love" donations. A man had collected many a picture with the word Color/Colour which apparently sounds like "Carla"

My favourite story was of a second anniversary gift entitled “The Stupid Frisbee” donated by a woman from Belgrade. Her comedic description of the lurid blue frisbee encompassed her dream of smacking her ex in the head with it. She loving signed off her donation with; P.S. Darling, should you ever get a ridiculous idea to walk into a cultural institution like a museum for the first time in your life, you will remember me. At least have a good laugh (the only thing that you could do on your own). Ouch!

The exhibition is in two buildings. One on Earlham Street, the other Tower Street.

A space for you to write your opinions

A very interesting exhibit and worth a visit should you ever be in the area. From now till the 4th September 2011.

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