Skulduggery

Posters on the underground photographed while I waited for the tube to Piccadilly Circus and from there a short walk, sunny in a chilled way, to the Royal Academy, or as Brian Sewell calls it, the ‘grand old whore of Piccadilly’. Indeed there is something unbridled about the place as if at any moment it might lift its skirts and reveal polka-dot pantaloons. On this occasion, it was bronze sculpture that had the place heaving.