The Radical Nude

Cheap use of a tabloid title to pull in the punters, though it was actually the title of the Egon Schiele exhibition at the Courtauld Institute I visited in London a few months back. This framed Schiele print (one of only a few with a modestly dressed model) was a gift from my sister from a long time ago.

Planning to be deliberately office / house bound Wednesday and this is the sunny view of rush hour developing outside, as seen from our bedroom as I get dressed for work. MrsB often tells me not to scare the passing traffic as I do, but they should be concentrating on the road ahead and not acting the voyeur.